I feel lost and gone and hollow and off,
my panicking mind and shivering body
betray me and I have no control
over anything but thought,
and no, no, no, this is the bad stuff,
my thoughts are not where I want to be,
for they reach out like thorned whips
to grab wrist and pull towards
something I cannot make out, but
every inch closer and my dread
levels rise and I only have so much
strength to resist and the autopilot
is on, taking me backwards
but how much fuel is there?