Back to The Cave

The cities began to be too much

back to the cave, where I am alone

the caves we build for ourselves,

to steel ourselves against, are nerves

and tingling anxiety

you must feel some anxiety, as i feel it,

a girl next to me asks for a drink

Life has overwhelmed her,  and that's okay

I relate,  my nerves get shot too dude

and I am told about yoga and deep breathing,

while I just want to sleep through the mornings, yet

money must be made

for what?

I don't know?

Yet, food is nice,

I guess