Jumped up mother f****r

Jumped up crazy m-ther fucker!
Chill, be still.
Let my brain react, don't you over act.
Chill, let the air and mind become still.
Let us focus, steady our racing heart,
Give out a slow arcing breath.
Chill, we are still.
Our actions controlled, our minds on hold.
The choices topped up,
the consequences are seen as the sequences of events we can
unfold.
Chill, we move, creating the still.
Hearts beat in unison, minds flow to solutions.
Actions with endpoints calculated, become extensions of our chilled and
stilled being.
Body motions, hands express, lips move, sounds are created, eyes
follow, and the waves of time cascade against the quietening shores of
our existence.
Chilled and stilled - Our world is spoken for.