Just a random rhyme

I live in a constant fear,

Of loss of everything dear,

I anticipate every moment,

As an upcoming doom omen.

 

I read all the quotes,

All about happiness it connotes,

I cannot seem to shake off,

A thought of possible lay off.

 

At the deathbed not to regret,

And, travel tales to beget.

Maybe I should let go,

The disguised-as-work, throes.

 

Alternatives, I don’t have many,

The gutsy ones, I much envy,

Forever, on the right path,

I incur my own wrath.

 

Whimsical, I want to be,

Unburdened and just free,

This shall never happen,

I will continue misshapen.