Takeover

As I leave the car, the cold air hits me

And the inevitable-anxious reality dawns upon me

My last chance, it was, to make things work

There’s no going back now.

I continue to walk through that Wisconsin air-ready-or am I?

The questions, constantly buzzing through my head

As the angel and the devil play their games

The air stops, and gets replaced-i’m used to this-or so I thought

People, sound, stares, it all seems too familiar-then I get the number

Am I ready? What’s to expect? Will I fail?

It begins, as my anxiousness increases exponentially

Familiarity sets in, this is not foreign

But what if?

The anxiety disappears, focus sets in-human nature takes over.

Do not ask me what I can recall, because I cannot recollect

Simply the anxiety, the reality-my mind’s characters

When human nature takes over, we forget, the brain forgets

And the inevitable anxiousness of reality dissipates

So what do I recall?

Takeover