The process

There are days I can’t breathe.
There are days I think deep.
But that’s just it,
I feel the pressure
Then it’s gone.
Not that anything changes
It’s all in me.
I stop talking.
Mute is the key
Focus on what needs doing
Get it done.
Worry later.
Look around you.
Come out of your mind
Take a good look around
You ain’t in this alone
Speak
But be ready
For what you get in return.
My eyes catch the little things
I smile.