Blood rushes to the cranium
Feeling light headed
Your vision turns oblique
Your sense of direction is ****;
Overwhelmed
Your thinking too much -
To allow your self to compose
The world seems like it's changing
And you don't know which direction your heading
Loss Of Thought
In a frantic haze you grab the phone
And dial his name
Not know what he'll do,
But he answers
You listen to the calmness of his voice
He assure you things are fine
And he finds your mind
Your relaxed your thinking straight
Regaining state of mind
You find your car, he helped you this far
How that's a question that
You came to ask
**Relaxed