It feels like I'm sitting in a steam room
Maybe because Lately my mind is being consumed
I feel as if I'm on a boat just waiting to dock
Or I'm the hands on the clock I never stop
Maybe if I slowed down and put the gears in place
I would maybe just maybe realize this will be okay

I'm casually realizing this actually something that is happening to me I'm not being given amnesty this is currently real and it's happening to me this is reality

But again I need to slow down this isn't a bad dream. This poem isn't ending and neither am I that's it for now I'll see you next time.