O, The Joys of Fear
Happiness is a terror to possess
Knowing the worst is yet to arrive
Acknowledgment I do confess
The peace brings warfare
I lose sleep
On the thought of its departure
The anxiety buries deep
As I feel more pleasure
What is the use of joy for me?
Never have I been beneficial,
Why should I deserve to be happy?
If I have joy, then I am egotistic
Was what I embedded in my psyche
A feeling that is in truth eccentric
How am I to defeat this problem?
Stop trying so hard
I have determined
My fears are in regards
Of always seeking contentment
Follow Thoreau's guidelines
By living simply and confine
In the urging sensation to please
That is the only way I can be at ease