Frenetic

Racing
My thoughts just always racing
As if I had somewhere to go or someone to be or something to prove or something to do
Crazy
It makes me feel so crazy
Because nothing is wrong but I think that it is and it must be my fault and I feel like a sieve
Forgetting
I just keep on forgetting
I’m hitting a wall and I forget to call afraid I’ll forget to live afraid I remember nothing at all
Then…
Peace
I’ve found a sense of peace
Though not a single thing has changed, and I’m far from perfect, and still things sit on the backburner
But there’s time, and there’s room to grow, and I’m simply not done
But, sometimes, it all just starts racing





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