I can see there's a commotion
at the dark side of my mind
some incoming emotion
I should, surely, try to hide
I can feel the heavy breathing
creeping up my chest
my eyes search for the ceiling
a distraction at its best
there's a water stain
a trickle of a problem, sure to come
Was that thought supposed to help me?
I will surely come undone.
Perspiration forms
just above my brow,
why'd I wear this sweater?
(How the hell do I get out?)
I smile at the man,
who is now staring me down.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, but I must be going now."
Race out into the sunlight,
feel the cool wind on my face
as the world regains its orbit
I can feel my color drain
Why the hell was that a trigger?
Just a tiny, subtle thought,
yet it snuck in
and it lingered
it took over
ran amok.
My feat are moving quickly,
I am running for the trees,
maybe once I am in nature,
I will again come back to me.
Keep those thoughts
down in the darkness
don't expose them to the light,
remember how you got here,
remember you're alright
you're alright
you are
alright.
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