Sinking

Thinking
I’m sinking
What the fuck
I’m going under
But when was I over?
Ever…?
Decisions never clever
As I sever
Any thoughts I’ve tethered
Through the nasty weather
The rain, the storm,
The mudslides
The heavy tides
Are going under
Like I told you
I’m sinking
Of thinking
Drinking, the water
So I don’t go under
The thunder
The rains
Make me wonder
Does the storm ever end
When is it summer?