Moving on

Anxiety, what’s that?
I sit here absorbed in self-pity
Look left, look right, look ahead
Don’t look back; you don’t want to go there

Which way, to go
Been there before
More than once
Don’t care anymore

So that’s why I sit
A lot on my mind
Afraid to look forward
Can’t look behind
Afraid to go left
Afraid to go right
Afraid of the dark
Afraid of the light

Don’t want to move on
Don’t want to sit still
Don’t even know if I have the will
So what do I do?
Just go on I guess
Or sit here and write
Another line to this mess