balancing on a teeter-totter slick with papier mache

What can I say?
Nothing.
It may be nothing.
What's the use in other people worrying?
Don't worry, I'll take care of everything--
that is, I'll take care of everything I have the power to control, or influence.
There are certain wrenches in the gears of life that I cannot control,
though my mind will search for a wouldacouldashoulda,
so I'll do what I can,
manage the plate that is already too full but sure throw more on it'll be good for perspective,
it's all relative, right?
I'll do what I can
and push down the worries and fears
because really, it may be nothing.
Hopefully.
Hopefully.