In the Blink of an Eye

I worry and then wonder why,

When I’m going away on a trip,

For it ends in the blink of an eye

And that agita adds up to zip.

 

Yet you can’t really change who you are –

If you’re nervous right down to your core,

Then wherever you go, near or far,

You’ll be anxious, at times less or more.

 

I just wish, since I know time does fly,

That’s a lesson I could take to heart,

But to think of the blink of an eye

Is a very good place I can start.