disrupted

the beginning so known 

so many of them

it is like a vice

a pattern well thought and done

and an anxiety stuck in the lungs

that later muffle my screams 

just watching from the inner

while the body does nothing

others call intuition, I call a compass

which sometimes gets a little off air

rounds and rounds and rights and rounds and rounds and rights and this is not

an emergency exercise

you must run for your life 

until you realize none of that panic is real

is all from my past 

is all from my head

is all me

in side out

suddenly all gets disrupted by the epiphany coming 

and the beginning again

it is a little bit chaotic, you might say

I could not agree more

I learn to live in and organize as I can

going though the limits of my depths

bearing until the light is out 

and I lose myself again

before getting closer to another scenery it all restarts just like a rewinded vhs