This must be like drowning
vision and clarity obscure
no distractions i have found in
everything, though demure

The lump in my throat isn't downing
I dont remember when beats of it were fewer
The anxiousness is mounting
I do not feel warm sand's lure

I say if the muscle is crowding
the one who is worse remov'er
the world around me is clouding
stress is an evil doer

As things spin surrounding
I long for the moor
happiness and light hearts there abounding
I wish for a mind that was newer

The buzz and ticks are loudening
Where are skies e're bluer?
I feel my conscious less proudening
lost in the depths of this sewer