Moment

One day of pure bliss,
One day of sinful adventures,
Three days of anxiety.

I wonder if I am stuck in my head,
Or if drifting is reality.
All is beautiful,
All grows,
But does all fade?

I meditate,
Room filling with incense smoke,
Mind cluttered,
But trying to clear.

I notice my breathing is shallow,
My heart is racing,
And my mind won't stop.

I focus,
Trying to declutter,
Trying to slow down,
Trying to be at peace.