Stabbing under my skin
Shortened trail in front of me
Breath lost with each gasp
A panic clenching future
Insane that years were spent in a bubble
Comatose ease to be dealt with later
And the time has finally come
The avalanche of delays seeking payment
Asking for more than cotton
More than shelter
They want it all
Every instance shallowed
No care for your rejuvenation
The bell tolls your number
No warning
Just falling
Sounder Plains 