Caving In

Sometimes the minutes feel like walls, and they're caving in on me

The hours act like birds, and fly for the palm trees

If days were like the sky, along we go along

They'd fall down from up high, along, along we go along

Lose a driving lane and gain an hour on this afternoon commute

I find myself in purgatory, and I'm bingeing on creative ways to troubleshoot

Two words into a sentence, kidnapped by a runaway

Three thoughts I want to share, maybe on a different day

Add four more things to the calendar, this week will be madness

Five months till it settles down, I have my doubts about the process