Winds and willows, breathe through ash,
while fire burns out of breath.
Tension breaks and bends,
cutting through the “When”.

Anxiety and panic.
Future feels manic.
Unpredictability,
is more than just an act.

Mornings all the way to night.
Day by day a fight or flight.
A subtle sense of what is right.
A few more minutes pass us by.

Worries are a wilting pain.
Permanent, a lie ingrained.
Your current path, subject to change.
Battle here has nothing gained.

Ride the waters, guide the smoke.
Fear the forward then you’ll choke.
The longer you spend, in a state of dread.
The more time you spent, now wasted and dead.
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