Preparing The Battle

I have to stand my ground

Nervous full of fear

What am I?

Guilt, pain and deep

Anxiety that pulses through

The system

Still the sun shines through

The window

In Process of Thinking

Different times, different monsters

When the thinking and the mind

Runs on high-speed

We have to deal

With all those things

In our mind

All that bagage that

We have been moving

Around for so long

Then the pain is so intense

Realising all those missed

Opportunities

Flight

Fear and madness in different ways

Cannot find words anymore

Just lost in my own mind

Again and again

Running in circles

Without any chance to stop this madness