placing my hand on my head
reaching into the thoughts that assault me
organizing how to fight that plague
these times are made to test your nerves
empty treats don’t live around here anymore
carry me off to the horizon, i ask the wind
trading the stillness for persistant movement
if you want me here then let me know
offer up a sip from today’s golden cup
now that you know how much poison is in it
only you can cause my earthquake to stop
focussed on the current year and not the past
probably always had a good reason
right on time and still a few years late
only you can bring me back to glad acceptance
peering out at the existence we once knew
every curve in the road is just a challenge
ready and waiting to be overtaken
tempest filled times that do not quit
you make nervous storms an enjoyable rocking ship
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