The Therapist

The Air I hold is Heavy Today—

  The Light, too Bright for Eyes—

The World Outside is much too Loud—

  And I haven't the Strength to Sigh—

I cannot Find what I was looking for—

  I can't Remember either—

Sleep is now, the only Guest

  To Call, and I would Answer—

But is it This?—these Silly Words—

  That I Lost back at the Start?

No, no,—no they are not—

  But they Always Play the Part.

What shall I do with this Heavy Air?

  Breathe it out again?—

Is it for sure, the Cycle Repeats?—

  If so, when does it End?—

Now let's start over, Here & Now—

  Forget the Weight of Air—

Place your Hand upon your chest—

  There's still a Heart in there—

Your Dog, now find the Leash—