That sad moment When your fingers can’t type acros the keybboard. Because itall runs together like something From another time whe nthings were less Than they are now. It’ s always easier, you know, With less. Always easier when hnds run smoothly Over the snow or the leaes or the sun Because they arent shaking quite like they are Now. Now, with more thought, more feared, more lost To the losing of days that always leave, evntually. More to keep you up at night as your hands Shake but tryto type throug it anyway. More To keeep you distracted from yourself But also more to kee pyou all too concentrated On the world, thatthing that makes you rhands shake, Tha thng thatis always more thn you want itto be.