the more the scarier
I’ll show him how the crowd eats scorn
the grass is always browner
search for sorrow and find regret
nervous as a desolate church
pillar of sobriety
every man has his vice
nothing ventured nothing pained
cool your jests
no pain no regain
read something out of it
time will swell
you can run but you can’t find
you get what you take
better late than ever
here today still here tomorrow
cheer up it’s the end of the world
hope springs infernal
river of fears
youth is fleeing
let’s jump from that bridge when we come to it
Anxiety's Cliches
