One after another, Everything, Your dreams, memories, The thing you wish to say but you bit your tongue, Comes flashing in your mind altogether. . . You sit quietly on the couch, Forcing yourself to stay calm, But the things goes screeching On the back of your head, Like a television static noise. . . Pull yourself out, If you find yourself wondering deeply into everything mindlessly, Stripping away your energy, Tell yourself, What's the future 3 minutes me will say, "yow thank you for that!" . . You are smiling When you pick yourself up from the couch, 3 minutes ago, You open the door and walk out, The sun shines gloriously, The warmth of the sun soothes you, Live in the world, Not in your head.