Sorting

Sort it out before it beheads. 

Come to grips before they attack. 
Get it together before they are aware of the falter. 

Sort your affairs, sort out your thoughts, sort of lost your mind. 
The balance is tipping, slipping then sunk can't sort it fast enough for there liking. 

Get it under control or they'll be able to make you. 

Get a grip of real. 
Hold it, till you pass it  out. 

Frustrations of  due course. 

Fleeting suck up who wants to be you. 

Couldn't sort out money, meaning, mourning, mayhem, your mind. 

Can't they wait, like you have had too. 

Wait for your come right, not push away the awaiting strength that avoids for now. 

Time will do, if you get the luxury to correct your situation your reflection, your start over. 

Why is there a limit on what you can sort at any given point. 

Incapable of getting out of the shit any faster. 

Unforseen disaster , recovery is slow so let them fuss  and moan over how together you can get. 

It will sort itself out one way or another. 

Sorted it  out  blind  in the fountain of  rage , what to show them , to enable a fall through the cracks again.

Avoid the noose they dangle.

No life line needed just a good old sort out and throw out. 

Sort off.