My sanity, but a crewmate that tends to the broken ship of my psyche amidst the storm of Confusion, I am moored to Reality through the anchor Responsibility; even as an ocean of chaos pulls me further into the abyss of Despair. The anchor is heavy, for there is much that is worth doing. The waters, a bitter pool of fear roll into waves of regret that crash against the shores of Hope and leave broken Apologies in the wake.
The minutes pass by slowly. The years are racing on. The clock is ticking. My heart beats sluggish in my chest. I cannot keep hold of these thoughts; they wander into oblivion and beyond. I wonder where my dreams have gone.