Fret

Nervous little ice icicle

         Dangling from my downspout,

Slither with a shimmy as a

         Shimmer in the sun.

Wake the woes within your soul to

         Lounge the day away.

Bake away to nothingness

         Before the dawn is done.

 

Blissful in your ignorance

         Thankful for the void.

Pressureless and meaningless

         To flit the day to naught.

Not a chore to measure,

         Not a treasure to be found.

Nothing to be learned today.

         Nothing to be taught.

 

No sad crown upon your head,

         No golden amulet.

No responsibility,

         No need for you to fret.

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