See, its this tingling in my palms.
Like after playing with snow; no gloves,
and you come inside and start to warm up.

It's this tightness in my chest.
Like my heart doesn't want to pound anymore
'cause it got tired or something.

Some might describe it as
butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
If these are butterflies they aren't fluttering.
They're thrashing ruthlessly
Against my chest, my ribcage
Any part of me they can reach

See this feeling
is this loud roar.
Ringing in both ears,
loud and clear;
filling all the corners of my mind,
resonating in my soul

It is a jumble of
hope for the future,
fear of failing,
worry of not achieving the many things I want in life,
doubt that I can even do them,
and finally
This feeling of tingling, tightness, thrashing, and roaring
is that of concern.

Concern.
What if I accomplish all I want,
And it is not enough?