In those rare, spare moments I’ve had between work and school these last few months, I found it in my to finish another song.

During a period of overwhelming anxiety, an image occurred to me; one of swimming inside my own head as it filled and swirled with my thoughts. One of a struggle for air and limited time. So, I wrote on that scene.

In Over My Head

up to my eyeballs in worry
a flood that doesn’t seem to ebb
gasping for air in the gap between 
my mind and top of my skull

nearly, brimming, screaming, singing
anything to drain me out
poking holes and thrashing round
but I cannot find the way out

I’m always in over my head
inside my head

water is rising, running out of time
muscles weighty and dull
with pain unresolved, I’m too deeply involved
and my thoughts never lull

creeping, inching, end beginning
drowning inside of myself
pocket thinning, breathing quickens
I still cannot find the way out

I’m always in over my head
inside my head

I’ll take a breath 
and hold it as long as I can