In the absence of worry,
something lays lingering,
settling in the root of my ribs,
It suggests a constant urgency,
a sense of unrest starts trickling in my archeries,
triggering an uneven heartbeat,
rearranging my vessels,
My mind is plagued from the meddling of neurons,
as I struggle to understand where it came from,
Why it chose to infest me,
this need that I cannot fulfil.