You paralyze me.
You make me weak.
Not drink, nor drug,
not heartache, or even fear
can make it find a way
to never reappear.
It's the inability to process,
to decide,
and in life,
be able to steer.
My mind races a mile a minute.
All I do is think think think.
Where do I go?
What do I do,
any errands to run,
any bill that are due?
Etc, etc,
on and on,
my mind has the cadence
of a never ending drum.
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