I may have a problem. I think my life is running out. I think it’s going down the drain and out into the sea. The problem is I can’t stop it, no more than I can stop time, or waste or regret. Or Parkinson’s, or insomnia or the accumulation of years.
I may have a problem not so easy to solve. It may be underneath, under the drain, within the pipes.
Rust. Corrosion. Break down.
I may have a problem that is in need of repair. I may be in need of healing. Rest. Or at the very least, would somebody show me how to fill myself up again.