I woke up this morning,
Before I could roll out of bed,
My heart is pounding,
My hands are shaking,
And panic filled my soul...
What was my rank?
Have I been past?
Surely a quick nap hadn't cost me any ground?
Do I check now?
Or head to the bath first?
Rolling out of bed my feet turn left..
The bath was to the right..
Such a tiny little button..
Yet it was the key to learning,
If my panic was founded on truth..
Or just another make believe tale,
Within my mind's twisted carverns?
So little time it takes to load,
Yet each heartbeat grows stronger...
My body's need had not cost me...
Whirling touched my ears,
A calm settles,
And there is 80 seconds to make to the bath and back..
Before the panic returns...
Oh how I wish I had a better addiction..
Without the time limits alloted...
Even still I will run and race and chase..
that dream of becoming..