My mind is a confusing place
There is a song playing over like a broken record
Making remixes with the beat from my pencil end during the test this morning
Thoughts swim about, bumping into each other like a school of clumsy fish
Ideas stand out like lightbulbs in dark rooms
Worries lurk in the cracks darker than the monster in my closet
Despite all this my feet keep moving to a different beat and my lungs keep working and for a moment I can believe that it will get better