Slowing things down
Sticking to my mind
Causing this anxiety

Covering the sun
With clouds of uncertainty
that lie about reality

Against the machine
Against myself

Against all that I believe and doubt

My heart strings it tugs
It tries to unplug

Everything that I care about

So maybe all I need is a little grit and salt
A therapist could be something

I'll pull the rug, right under this slug
And shrug like it was nothing