I'm being eaten up alive. There comes Insecurity, biting off more than it can chew. Happiness, a small bite, and then one more. Now Crazyness, a hundred crumbs. Numbness, I wish it wouldn't be so greedy. Spontaneity, how nice to see it hungry for a change. Curiousity, where did your appetite go? Boredom, stop eating now. Fear, you've had more than enough. I had hoped at least half of that had gone to Happiness. And then Carelessness, taking what's left.