Mellow

A sunken feeling of nostalgic bliss,

A mellow memory of what life is,

I stand and think of the place to go,

I will go there but I'm stuck a bit.

Not sure if I want to make the next step,

So standing here feels a bit like fear,

It's life that brings all sorts of things,

But being still brings out the bad,

I will get out I just need a minute,

To mellow in this murk as I swim to the shore.