The Anchor.

sick. getting sick again.
sick to my stomach......
I fight this feeling but it sinks through my entire body
flushes me with the fever and I forget to breathe.
I need slow down, no speed up
they left without me, I must have fallen off.
I can't go where they're going...I've got to go my own way.
but I'm not so alone with this rain cloud following me
comforting me in it's mist so blinding.
So blind... but I've got your hand leading the way
Is this your warmth?
can you see I'm being followed?
Do you feel the mist and it's vibes of grave intentions?
tis only a question you can answer.
I must have something special inside me
to keep me alive with lungs full of water and heart like an anchor.
And this anchor is yours.
Keep it, trash it, treasure it...