The Present
We say that we’re here
But are we really here?
We think about the past, moping
We think about the future, hoping
We mope about what we could have changed, instead of being here
We hope about what we want to accomplish, instead of being here
We say that we’re here
But are we really here?
As our minds ponder, time fades away
We mope and hope away the day
“We’re here all day every day”
Well, that’s what they all say…
Anxiety
Feeling my chest pound
As I drown out all the sound
Palms sweating, vision blurring
All my emotions stirring
One...two...three...Breathe
Scanning the room, hoping to leave
Feeling like my body was going to drop
I knew soon that it would eventually stop...
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