Down

Never
Cleaver
When it comes
Which way to turn
One day I wont run
Feels like my feet
Are begging to
Slow down
My mind still
Racing
Heart at a halt
On this day
Or any other
Who woulda thought
That one word
Or a sound
One real good look
Around
Could change
Everything
Of my senses
Wit this i am
Senseless
Im not apprehensive
But cautious
Of who I let in
When where
And how
I have offically shut down