Tremors in Motion

(ahhhh) My legs feel heavy,

like walking through deep sand

My arms are shaking

when I try to reach your hand

No one around me

seems to comprehend

How fast my energy

comes to an end

It is ataxia, but they just look away

My eyes are searching,

drifting through the grey Type eight is heavy,

though it is unseen (hmmmmm) I'm fighting battles in the space between

Nystagmus dancing, spinning in my sight

I try to focus,

keeping out the night

It gets so hard to take another step

Holding the secrets

that my body kept

It is ataxia, but they just look away

My eyes are searching,

drifting through the grey

Type eight is heavy,

though it is unseen (hmmmmm) I'm fighting battles in the space between

It is hard to walk

(so tired) My arms,

my legs, my eyes (oooh)