Time

I stop to watch the water, I can't get started again.

It's cold in here, I can't concentrate.

I need to work, I need to adapt the line dance done to Cadillac ranch. People with physical disabilities need to be able to do it.

Why did I pick such a stupid thing to adapt.

At the end of all this I may need to commit myself just to get my sanity back.

Maybe it doesn't matter because I never had much in the first place.

I feel like I'm Winnie the Pooh, sitting down on the ground, tapping my hand against my head saying "think, think, think..."

Other times I feel like Eeyore, saying "don't worry about me guys, I'll be fine..." when clearly I'm not when my house has fallen down and I've lost my tail.