SrehTob

It's fascinating,
so many things,
You never thought would,
Bother you.

Until they happen over and over.

It was there,
But now it's two inches,
To the left,
And that bothers you?

Only when you think it's gone.

You feel comfortable,
Until the centepedes,
Saunter across your back,
Yes, that bothers you.

But less each time.

Can you live this way?
Of course.
But do you want to?
No time to think.

You've got work tomorrow at 6 am.