Worth worrying

I worry about everything,
I worry about worrying.
Would you still love me if I become boring?
Would you still love me if I screw up everything?

I think about everything,
I think about thinking.
I f I’m done studying would my life still be exciting?
Should I lie back, or unfold my wings?

If I don’t pass the next test,
Can I still think I’m the smartest?
When my time comes will it pass me by,
Like another simple piece of my quiet life?
So I hesitate, I ruminate,
Hoping I won’t be bored by fate.
If there’s anything I can stop from happening,
I don’t want to become boring.
That’s worth worrying.