Pressure

by CJ Johnson   Sep 21, 2016


Expansion of the mind floods over my senses
Causing delusions and fear
Worries about an outcome I cannot predict
But know that are pressingly near
A crossings of sort have come to an impasse
Causing my body to fidget
Times ticks away maddeningly slow
Digit replacing higher digit
If I do not move and stand in place
A brief safety will trick my own brain
But fleeting it is as always
This net dissolves as quick as it came
So I will move Left instead of Right
Even though the signs say go another
For if I go Right I will surely rewind
And be no better than any other

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