Holding a breath as,
Thoughts run through my head
Weaving in and out, around each other
Up and down a imaginary, yet real set of stairs
Thoughts swirling around as if that's all they can do
No action, yet every action at the same pace
It's like I'm holding my breath as something:
Strange occurs,
The strange in the familiar, as my sociology teacher would say
The strange events that sometimes make up my entire day
Or the general in the particular,
As I swim on by, in my mind, still wandering, still trapped in a cage
Familiar occurs,
Whether it's the familiar feeling of pain,
The feeling of dread,
The fear that creeps up into my mind at a single thought of how disappointing I am, repeats like a bad sound track
Holding a breath as,
Thoughts run through my head
Weaving in and out, around each other
Up and down a imaginary, yet real set of stairs
Thoughts swirling around as if that's all they can do
No action, yet every action at the same pace
Things are quite now,
Not a sound
You could here anything in here, that crashes and burns, or breaks at a glare
A silent plea, is what my eyes say
A silent plea is what my mind screams, but only in my mind
A silent plea is what my swirling emotions intone
A silent plea as I sit there and talk, as if everything is normal enough, as if I can pass on by and be 100% okay
Holding a breath in,
Letting it out,
Breathing in again, repeating the cycle
1..2
Buckle my shoe
( Relax, you are fine )
3..4..
Shut the door
(Stopping worrying about nothing )
5..6..
Pick up sticks
( Take a deep breath )
7..8..
Lay them straight
( Who am I kidding? )
9..10..
A big fat hen
( This is pointless )
Counting in my head as if that will help
Holding a breath,
And wishing for so much more
