Breakdown

When the whirlwind of noise surrounds & get intense,
and when words can´t hide their anger or intent.

I feel it in my bones & in my head, can´t make sense of
what is said.

Ready for the take down, headed for a breakdown.

Fear has me backed against these walls that I follow &
pace.

Time moves in & out of phase of everything that I face.

I feel it in my bones they rattle & shake, can´t find a
trace of what it takes to stop this take down.

Can´t stop this breakdown!

Welcome to my scene. A place that is in-between where
squares fit the round.
Some affectionately call it ... my breakdown....

When I feel the pressure mounting & my hands begin to
clutch,
I reach my limit of pain & I have had enough.

It feels good to pound on tables & chairs & feel the
frenzy start to wear.

Breakdown this take down, have got to stop this breakdown.

Welcome to my scene. A place that is in-between where
squares fit the round.

It will never be, never be more than this. Never.