When I solve a problem I'm never there nor here Anxious waiting in the wings For something new to fear Maybe a learned behavior Things I hid in my youth A need though some so trivial Umbrella without boots Hands sometime shake on family stay Is it alcohol or pills Maybe it's codependent Maybe I need more thrills The problem with solutions They're always here or there When all's calm in imperfect world Paranoid window (creaking) stares/stairs