Paused??

At instance everything around

Seems different than as it is

The smaller ones appear big

And the bigger ones small

A pinch would be required

To draw my instincts back

That may at times be ditching

Pretending to be unexisting

Sometimes I wake up in the hollow

Of phobias that hide in some squares of my head

Like from piles of untouched and dusty papers

I would pull one from in between

To have me immersed in the sea of it

I yearn for reasons to myself

About this hindering posture of mine

Am I playing my part perfect?

Or am I dragging it like elastic

I see no land bulging out

Even though I am rowing it rapid

I pray I don’t end up

Eaten by the starving fishes and whales