Present

Out of sight.

Out of mind.

Losing track of all my time.

My brain is racing.

Please change the station.

These old frequencies.

Makes me scream for vacancy.

I hardly feel present.

So my heart will decend.

Can I ever love myself again?

Into
the depths never to be found.

Will I find my ground to stand tall and proud.

Or wither away and never face the crowd.

Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say.

But I surely can make it.

Just one more day.