When I can't control what my brain thinks,
I drown in my own indecisions,
Watching my world as it sinks.
I don’t know how it got this way,
What to do, what to say?
There’s too many things to wash away.
What I know, I don’t follow.
How to focus? How to stop?
These anxieties I have to swallow.
I need help to stop thinking,
It’s the only way,
For me to stop sinking.
I open my eyes and reach out for land,
And that’s when I see what’s never left;
your extended hand.
Though, your gentle eyes are pointing, demanding,
I follow their imaginary arrow to see⎯⎯
the entire time I was standing.
