Run. Run as fast as you can.
It can come upon you suddenly.
Move too fast, bam! It’s there.
Don’t plan what’s to come, wam! It’s there.
It’s not solely money; it’s mind. Mind. Mind!
When the can’ts never could;
And the won’ts never would.
It’s when defeats lead your thoughts, and creep in your mind.
It’s when the venom of doubts settle in.
It’s when more, better, quieter, and happier are discounted fantasies.
When isolation has you trapped in a thought spiral.
It goes beyond the state of a statistic into believing it.
It’s when known resources and guidance aren’t used. Refused.
It’s when the melodies are drowned in blues.
Your breaths get shortened. Shorter. Shorter.
Trying never starts.
Run. Run as fast as you can.