Change

I have changed.
I keep changing,
but this change I cannot keep up with. 
I feel claustrophobic,
in this open space I feel chained, trapped,
I feel like I am suffocating,
I can feel the air freezing in my body;
the burning in my chest
is worse than a forest fire;
my limbs, unwilling,
move because I need them;
nothing yields to me any more,
my talents are slipping through my fingers like sand,
my priorities have fallen off the pedestal,
my state of mind hangs dangerously
between reality and imagination.