Thinking.
Sometimes its easy.
Sometimes it isn't.
A voice narrates my actions.
One step ahead.
Another joins.
Stands in the way.
I'm pulled in two directions.
Tumbling.
No clear direction.
I've reached the rapids.
No longer here and now.
I'm tossed into the there and then.
And I notice.
Inhale slow.
A blank page.
Exhale long.
