The burr.

As I head home, I feel the air.
I inhale, I start to breathe.
I count down through the moments,
Waiting ‘til I leave.
It doesn’t mean it isn’t pleasant,
I just know things can go wrong.
I do not need anymore nervous energy,
It’s not my chosen song.
I prefer calmer, quieter beauty.
I seek a peace I can enjoy.
The burr that’s in my shoe,
Does more than just annoy.