Money flows from my hands Like a dam bursting Except it doesn't even fill a puddle Love sparks in my heart Like fireworks on the 4th Except there's no one there to see Anger rises boiling Like a pot of water turned too high Except the lid prevents escape Regret lingers heavy Like a rain cloud stuck in place Except I somehow find shelter Confusion scatters thoughts Like billiard balls on the break Except I can't decide the next move Speaking is cumbersome Like a pack too heavy to bear Except I need my truth to be heard Anxiety hovers over everything Like the looming spectre Except I know it's just in my head Compulsion leads me wayward Like the promise of greener pastures Except the promise is never fulfilled Anticipation wrings my nerves Like draining the last drop from a cloth Except it's never fully dry Writing eases these troubles Like a hot bath with calming incense Except the tub is empty The incense have burned down And all that's left Are these words