Flashing lights incessantly are splayed upon the ground,

in reds and blues and yellow hues they hit but make no sound.

These warning signs are loud and clear yet nothing you can see.

I try to shut them off and out, but still they're seen by me.

 

Everything is hot or cold, it's black or white - not gray.

Time travels at the speed of light or stops, and ends, and stays.

My choices are all crystal clear there is no fuzzy zone;

I make it happen now today, or fold and hide at home.

 

You look at me and think you see another pretty face,

but underneath the skin I'm in, is such another place..

I'm racing, hiding, pacing, trying - just to stay awake -

I hold my breath, and walk the line, and pray that I don’t break.