Letter to Myself

I get lost behind the plot

And I'm skinny with regret

And I barely breathe enough

And I'm swimming in the thoughts

That I haven't got to yet

And I crane to rise above

I know you're waiting for me

I know you'll still be there

I get weakened with the weight

And I'm riddled with remorse

And I spin, but not the rooms

And I'm shamed to have to state

That I'm bottled at the source

And I sputter on the fumes

I know you're waiting for me

I know you'll still be there

I know you're waiting for me

I know you'll still be there

My mind is mute

My nerves are numb

But still

I know you're waiting for me

I know you'll still be there

I know you're waiting for me

I know you'll still be there