Brain working overtime
wondering, worrying all the time.
Never much peace, always smog
feeling my way amongst the fog....

A feeling of doom inside
opens past doors wide
waiting for the flash, dream
nightmares, they make me scream.

Holding on tight, keeping a grip
just need a foothold, dont wanna slip
Oh lord does this ever stop
i feel like a farmer losing a crop.

Mentally exhausted, too much thought
butterflies fighting, distraught
inside me, turmoil, helpless feeling
from it all I'm left reeling.....

Jin xx