A modicum of doubt,
A modicum of worry
Might just pull you
Into a rather thick curry
Of thoughts and regrets
Of things already done
Or too much planning
For the things yet to come
Lost, Lost
In a tumultuous world
Tossed around
Can't be brought back in a whirl
But, tell me dear friend
For surely as doubt can turn into poisonous rain
Can't a pinch of joy save you
From such great banes?

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