This sudden pressure
Around your neck a collar
A leash that tightens
Held by your fears
The rising panic
You know it's there
And now you're choking

Let go
Explore the other microcosm
Release the obvious
And fly

(You can afford it
For a few minutes)

It may not be of this world
But who are they to choose for you
What's real?

Nothing to do now
Just ram your fingers
Down your throbbing brain
Spill forth the bile
The instinctive fretting
It's evolution
So they say

Let go
Slide down the spiral
Of your own fabrication
Push off and fly

(They may not notice
For a few seconds)

It may be that you're hiding
But who are they to choose for you
What's real?

The constant pressure
Around your shoulders
The crushing headaches
They say it's nothing
The doctors tell you
Just tired muscles
And pinched nerve endings
Swallow your pills
Get some more sleep
They are quite sure
It will get better

Let go
Swim to the surface
Drop the mundane
And fly

(They just might let you
Slip for a second)

You may be losing it
But who are they to choose for you
What's real?