Neurosis Poem by Spencer Zimmerman

A psychic told me I am psychic
And oh, how I had liked it
Bring me up Scotty, but don’t put me down!
For I fear discomfort whenever it is around

As if my pride is a wall breakable
Unstable and sure to fall if besieged
And oh, how I am built upon adding to this
A structure to shelter all of my insecurity

But at second glance, things seem happenstance
Suggesting the unnecessary need to plan
The unnecessary need to demand
Neurosis develops in the common man

Has everyone gone mad? Or is it just I?
As it may have always been…
But I cannot accept this
No not yet as of now; lacking the know-how

I have more sweat to wipe from this brow
I have obstacles and puzzles to beat
I have breath within me and unaccomplished feats
I have the position of a gambler and a seat