Open Myself to Diaster

I'm seem to be tripping,
Constantly stressing
Over the things that
I have no control over.

I open myself up to disaster
And wait patiently for the tide.

Severely bruised by the world
And still trying to keep in the fight.

Why do I run from the good,
To seek the bad.

I am aware of far more
Than people think
Far more than I realize
I even see.