Racing
Frantic pace, and in the midst panic begins to race
Used to it, calmly, only managing the pace
The heart is not in it, but nobody's aware
The plot thickens, in the head and elsewhere
Nothing beats how the heartbeats race
Up a few notches, pain is hardly traced
Clear it all, time it would take
Openings and gambits but is not what I have
In hand there's much at stake
But really the heart has began to wander
and wants to be heard
1 Comments:
i think it's called The May Syndrome *laughs*
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