Times of hardship

Sometimes, at dusk, i run astray of the path. Drained, i have to pause; to catch my breath. Emotions seem to wander - or is it my mind lingering on fermenting memories? I feel the earth under my feet, the air in my chest, the thump in my ears, the whiz of thoughts spinning in my head: i can't tell them apart. My heart seems locked under a spell. And in my dreams, the sun seems to take too long to come around. Again. Anew. Amen.

Unchain my heart (Joe. Cocker)