On the Move – Poem

Moving my fingers rushing my brain

Acting before I think

Used to have ways to deal, now down the drain goes the drink

Mentally young, physically old – my body I have to train

Hit the pause button, but the game kept playing

Sat on the couch, I kept aging

Years passed, I kept laying

Waiting for something to happen, still out raging

Now I’m free, wife says I need a shrink

Learning how to breathe, don’t forget to blink

Feel nineteen, last time I was clean, except now I don’t dream, instead I have to stay full steam, in this life in front of me, telling myself everything is pristine

Didn’t participate, still I’m waiting for my trophy

Just you wait, is what I tell myself hopefully

Feel unique when I am feeling down

Thinking I must be the world’s worst clown

What I want? Well I can’t quite say

Mansion would be nice, but I like where I stay

More things, but I have steady pay

6 pack abs, but I’m the lowest I weigh

Just need a voice to tell me everything’s okay

Relay it to my fingers, put my body at ease

So then my brain can take control of the seas