Cloud Control

Heavy eyes.

I have so much to do and see,

But I do and see it all

With heavy eyes.

My mind

It feels... Blank.

Blank, but I still feel like I'm

Constantly missing something,

So my breathing gets tighter,

Shallower,

And I feel as though I've lost control.

I try to get up,

To run

To the shower where

Cold water will wake me up

From this hellish nightmare—

Where heavy eyes will be all that remains.

My feet stagger,

Never stepping in a straight line.

I needed to calm down—cool off—

But this was not helping with that.

The ground seemed to become clouds with each step.

But with clouds

Beneath me, I'm confused—why

Are there also clouds above?

Why are there clouds in my ears and my thoughts?

I feel as though I've lost control.

But did I ever

Really have control?

Life is a chain of spontaneous events,

Spontaneity being almost completely

Out of anyone's control.