Undue Anticipation Poem by Sarah Sisson

Driving slow but feeling fast
my heart beats out of my chest.
There is nothing more distracting
than undue anticipation.

I know I wont be happy,
I'm convinced those around wont like me.
Oddly enough I am going into
a room where people already know me.

So why all the rumbling
in the brain cage?
This is the way I see life every day;
unless I can get a spiritual solution.

Copyright 12-19-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson