An Everyday Breakdown

There's something to be said
There's something to be said
And I don't know what it is

The words fold around
The pages curled
That I carry conspicuously
All day and all night
Everywhere
There's supposed to be
An answer in there
Isn't there?
There is sense to be found
Not the reasons
Sought after

But the moments
I cling to
Fall away from me
Disparagingly
I've been saying
Things like "disheartening"
A lot, lately
Those smells and sounds
Fade away before me
Like the light you saw
Before your brain broke
My mind betrays me
When I'm not looking
Carefully enough
To keep in line
To keep crawling up
Instead of falling down

So I close my eyes
And I chose to believe
Whispers, repeatedly
"It's gonna be alright."