Worry a little

 Is there always something wrong
My answer is yes
A reason to panic and a reason to stress

The brain lights up as if on fire
what concerns are driving it so
What stone must you throw
just to get the moment

Isn´t there always something wrong?
Well your instincts tell you so
Pain is the soil in which success grows
Yet your mind searches high and low for a bad omen

This poem isn´t working out
I want my words back
A creativity refund
Why these words have no right to be printed nor read continually as I worry about some far off irrelevant and harmless little detail that has transformed a pin into a sword