Search out beauty in ugly sights
Look into darkness without lights.
Heights of depths not known to scholars
Who are lost in search of dollars.
Astronauts go up to bright stars
Conquerors are plotting to win wars.
Gracious flowers do deeds of charity
Philosophers resort to clarity.
Fortunate ones enjoy laughters
Unfortunate ones weep for quarters.
Drinkers depend on wine's bottle
Bookish wish to meet Aristotle.
Some wish for Paradise for joy
For simple ones a joyful toy.
No one wishes to embrace it
Nor in Anxiety's couch to sit.
A strange pleasure it contains
For those who from low joy refrain.
You need no intoxication
To enjoy Anxiety's passion.
It opens doors to sobriety
And ideas of endless variety.
If you come across Anxiety
Try to enjoy its society.
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