(Meant to be read slowly)
We know what this is
Bubbling, and you know what it is.
Shaking, your nerves start to twitch.
It leaps from one moment to the next.
It's all around me, and I sense it.
Yet without those…huh?
Yeah, those thoughts.
Distracted, by screaming,
I hear you, stop yelling,
I know what it is.
A jolt, a push and a shove.
It quakes my life
Yes, I know what it is.
Fluttering, you know what it means.
Soothing, you can't move, anything.
It's never what it seems, is it?
Is it meant to fill me like this?
As I'm sinking,
Until there's nothing,
Our finger tips touch,
Reveal it all.
Then our lips…
We know what this is.
"I can't see my forehead!" -Patrick