Does what I say, 

The vessels I choose

To fill with my thoughts


With the daily confusion 

Injected by surety 

By those that make my decisions 

And, just like that 

I stumble again 

Not so sure 

Then sure again 

Of what I’m doing 

Every hour of every day 

It hangs over me 


Holding me up 

Ever curious as to what I’m doing

And like a fool, I watch her too

Tick, tick, tick away 

Wherever I look 

The passing of numbers 

That seem to grip me

With an anxiety that feeds on itself

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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