Don’t think about anything
It can’t be because of the mental fugue
Silently wondering when the shadows will pass
Can’t decide which way the winds blowing
Only knowing that everything moves back and forth
Not knowing if it’s even moving, to be honest
Nevermind, thinking about it doesn’t help
Eject one tape and slide in the next
Can’t focus on the film that must be moving
There’s got to be a reason for this feeling.
Found this sitting around in my folders.
Breathing In 