The Storm

It slips away

Your sense of an ordinary day

Surreal sounds

Have found you, surround you

The dye is cast

Unwelcome, familiar while it lasts

A colour clouds

A memory, a mood a thought an act

This storm of fear

It ends you, it drives you

Leave me alone

Let time elapse

See into and let through

It bends around a corner

Pretend to be allied

A friend who's really a foe

The fear driving the ride

The pace of thoughts

So anxious, so spiky in their form

They strap you to a ride you've said no to

Let me off

Feet finding roots

They push through to find you

It bends around a corner

Pretend to be allied

A friend who's really a foe

The fear driving the ride