Going Under
Dark waters rising,
Faster than I can
process,
Grabbing a life
line.
Mental Forest
Lost in foggy wood,
Searching hard for
my North Star,
Spinning in circles.
Head Music
Waltzing to music,
Swaying to strange
cryptic beats,
'Round and 'round I
go.
Stuck
There's nowhere to
go.
Standing still like
a statue,
Birds make you their
home.
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