Monday morning drag your feet again

Can you feel it? That's the crawling of your skin

By Wednesday it feels like you can breathe again

Can you hear it? That's the calling of your name

Don't wait

Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months

And months turn to years all lost in the cloud

The aggregate sum of your hopes and your fears

And the rumbling that fills your ears

Can you hear it? That's the future rushing in

And out without you

Stop it before it's too late

So easy to overlook my mistakes

Before it is too late

Stop it before it's too late

So easy to be overcome by mistakes

And then it is too late

This is the part where I dig in my heels

Dig my own rut, I can feel the appeal

A certainty in staying put

I don't believe in belief but I need

A little something to put me to sleep

A subtle reminder that things turn out fine