Rest, don't run.

If the heart is not where the mind is,

And the wind beneath your wings is not reassuring,

If the pages of your book are kicking and screaming,

And even the warmth is intoxicating,

Till the embers of the fire ignited by cruel memories remain,

Don't quit, just breathe,

Take a break, let it be,

If you know when to pick yourself up,

It is not defeat.

So rest, 

Don't run, and slow things down a bit.

If you haven't washed your hair for days,

And expectations take its

toll on you,

Stay off the pages of the book that's writing you,

Sop empowering what is terrorizing you 

If there's chill in the air,

And there's crack in your bones,

If your visions blurs,

And every decision blows,

Hold onto the book that gives you grim courage,

And dim the lights if you have to,

But rest, don't run

And slow things down a bit.

If impeccable white clothes are dizzying you,

And you're hoping for a higher heaven

It's when future plans are threatening your happiness,

Know that progress is not a given.

When flattery takes its sweet revenge on you,

And the past is mastering over present

Know that what you receive may not come easy to you,

It may appear bleak and askew.

So when the morning sun comes up,

don't beat yourself up,

spare some time for the real you,

Rest if you must, and slow things down a bit.