The moon, space and her.

To be static.

You know...
For a mind that never stops,
To be static
And to still feel worry
Defeats the purpose of silence

Normal breathing
Quiet air
Some violins here
Some clarinets there

And yet, your heart pounds
For no apparent reason
Something behind the neck
An invisible dead weight

Deep sighs
Fill the body with oxygen
Every single cell
Excited with emotion

And yet, the head feels weird
Something in the back
Tingles your anxiety
You wonder if you fight or fly?

It happens every now and then
When you feel you should be ok
But the body can't comprehend
The smile you have put up as of late

I have no answer nor solution
Just hope and little bit of love
We'll be fine, we'll be okay
For, in fact, tomorrow might be another day