I’m sitting in my chair of grey, my hair in bun tied back
I’m thinking bout my day today, internally, I’m off track
I feel my head of pressure, like my skull will almost burst
My heart it feels a flutter, my stomach now feels worse
My hands sweat so, my knuckles white, my nails do dig in hand
Unaware how tense I am, my face the strain shows now
The phone is ringing off the hook, my pen it scribbles so
The only time I feel in sync, is sharing words I’ve wrote
Hours pass by quickly, another day now gone
No time to nuture treasures, a gift from up above
No time today for silence, everything full speed
I wish one day I have a choice, give time to one called me
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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