eyes on the walls

anxiety is lurking

eyes on the walls

waiting for the chance to

enter and linger

inside this bleeding heart 

far from home 

all I can do is to have good thoughts

and trust that she is going to be fine

to believe all the paranoias are just that

and nothing more 

money does not born on trees

but they talk like it does 

and they act with falsing care 

we are on the edge 

only observing it all happening 

doing the minimum 

because that is what is in my reach 

my heart is pumping out my chest

more than four hours left yet to be close to her again

so all I can do is to have good thoughts

and trust that she is going to be fine

to believe all the paranoias are just that

because I am not ready

to go through sickness and death now

both need to be at least a decade far away from us

inside I believe all the paranoias are just that

and nothing more