That moment,

When you don’t know where you’re going.

And despite how hard you try,

the horizon just keeps running.

That moment,

When you don’t remember where you came from,

Or how you used to be,

When the names of the streets you walked by,

Become a lost cacophony.

When everything keeps changing,

too fast for you to see,

When you wish for just one moment,

Where you could, maybe, breathe.

That moment,

When you know your strength is waning,

But you don’t know what to do,

Because you’re so very lost now,

And just about through.

Cause you still can’t see ahead,

And you can’t go back again,

But your sick of trying hard

When it’s never going to end.

So you find yourself stopping,

And falling to the ground,

Just to wonder why on earth,

You even began the round.