So many people, but too many to see me.
Though I’m there, and I’m here, or something in between
not really where I want to be.
out of nothing attacks of fear,
and as being blind and being able to see.
and everything is a mess, and everything is clear.
Heartbeat – beating, beating – feeling the movements too well
I am here, but frozen, – turned into a statue
And I feel paralysed for a while, but there is no way I can tell
the world around is sometimes so frightening
that I feel trapped inside a spell.