Work Text:
My coping method looks like this:
I don’t.
My mind can’t compute
Can’t keep up
With the worry worry worry
Running round and round.
I never did own a hamster
So why is my mind stuck in it’s ball?
It is a rollercoaster for some,
A struggle to get on, and hold on and keep up
Round and round and round it loops
Can’t see when it stops.
Waves lapping up and taking
Going out, out and out
But never stopping.
Never stopping.
I need to slow down,
Find the brake
Stop the tide.
It can’t be done.
Can’t be done.
Round and round and round
My mind is a flurry, a swarm, a hive
Of bees with a purpose and a job and a mind,
Working and working and working
Day after day after day.
Do the bees stop?
When do I?
My mind is a mess
Needs to be tidied, needs to be decluttered and sorted and I
Just keep letting it get worse and worse
More mess,
More to do later,
More to do.
To do.
Do
Keep going and going and going
And working working working.
My brain needs to slow
They did not show me where the brakes are.
I do not have them on me.
The controls are not here.
The controls are back at the start
Where it is already slow and I do not need them then.
When will I get back there?
Where will I find the lull of the ocean?
The end of the ride?