Neurotic thoughts enter me at dusk
Warning me my time alive is dwindling
And I have nothing to display for it
My heart hammers as the rest of me loses heft
My will is drained of power
The center of attention belongs to the forlorn thoughts within my headspace
My anticipation of the future has been poisoned
My self conviction has ceased to exist
These thoughts prevent me from rest
I try to keep busy but all of me has succumbed to these notions
All I can do is wait until they pass