Stress

Sometimes I feel like I'm moving in motion

through plane, or through stations,

No time for emotion.

Sometimes I feel like I can't place feelings for words,

No time for my feelings, no time for what's heard.

And somebody, somehow, may come changing my mind.

Stop me from moving, so I can chill and unwind.

Somebody, someday, might stop me from motion.

No time for a thought, I have dropped all my notions.

Because I'm working for something, I don't know why I am here.

I don't know where I will head, but I'm living in fear.

If there's something I'm wishing, it's a dream to look for,

cause deep down, don't know why I am stressing anymore.