Barometric Pressure As the pressure drops Like a stone from a tower My health flops By each minute and hour I lock up Slowing down Drinking my death cup I flounder and drown Unable to function Unable to comprehend Unable to function Unable to live A robotic zombie Floating along Unstable and wonky This is my song A song of lostness A song of worthlessness A song of smallness A song of nervousness How long will this go on This morbid journey Until my symptoms are gone And I am back in lifes tourney Functioning normal Thinking and talking Not feeling abnormal Functioning and walking Living a normal life A life of normality No continuous strife Just a life of vitality Once again I am patient and await The barometric train To steam forward reducing its weight Arriving at my station Which it always does Creating a new period of gestation And my symptoms fizz I walk and wake from my stupor As the train passes Slowly reducing my stooper Not slow and thick as molasses But normal and bright Clear headed My symptoms in flight Completely broken and shredded Back in the living Where life is good Another season of thanksgiving Living as I should