impatient

i can feel it sneaking in

the panic

the what if

....

what if

and what am i to do 

or say

i must trust

that it will be ok

but then again i feel it here

inside my head

a little fear

and its building up as time goes on

that i cannot reflect upon

or see the path in front of me

for im on pause

momentarily

for im a mover

a doer

progress-er

if things dont go right

there bound to get better

as long as my feet keep

moving ahead

but waiting right here

is what i dread 

understand

if you cant feel the beat

and you cant feel its heat

or see its affect on me

....

if you dont like the breeze

and wind through those trees

that we pass on our travels to nowhere

....
id just like you to appreciate
that these things are in me
and need be done..

if you dont understand 

and you dont care to learn

..

then ill be silenced 

without sound

and choke with no air

and ill whither away

carbonated

these things bubble up

pop pop

dont stop

in my brain 

driving me 

to i dont know where 

and i dont care

right now im just trying to enjoy this frantic ride

you see

its killing me

not to be

something more

but whats in store

i cant see past all the fog

and so i go

i dont know

but baby steps take me

to where it is i am to be

and all these things

keep pop pop ing 

up 

and all these things

they wont shut up

and rise to the top 

so they can

be heard 

be seen

i mean 

i know they need their voice

they have no choice 

 but too many bubbles
 and im bound to drift away

*pop*