White noise
Static but constantly moving
Bouncing within my head
While waves mimic the solidity of space

Click-clack, click-clack
Fingers traveling centimeters
Continuously forcing themselves
Over letters of ebony

Surrounding sighs of the recently promoted
Brewing with worry
Caused by the liquid
Elegantly pursuing electronics

The music of some obscure indie band
Echoing along side teeth
Who cut those who get too close
Letting them fall to the salty dirt below

The waves begin to rise
Noticing the lives
Splashing into my own
I sit
Searching for my sound
But all I hear
Is those around

One
Soft hands covering eyes
Left in darkness with only your thoughts
Rules are rules
There has to be order

Two
Imagination sparks
You hear friends scatter across
The wooden floor
Like untrained mice

Three
Focusing on your breath
Inhale, exhale, trying to stay alive
Still hearing the frantic pattering
Of those confused around you

Four
Wondering where they could be heading
Way up high?
Far down low?
On equal level, right there beside you?

Five
Palms are sweating
Moisture’s trapped
Under aging cupped hands

Six
Getting impatient
Foot starts tapping

Seven
Starting to rush

Eight
Almost

Nine
...

Ten**
Done

Ready
Or not
Here
I come

Lack of common etiquette
Changes my strategy
To your detriment

I enjoyed it
Somewhat
Running up and down the court
Playing by rules that I concocted
Due to my inability to play correctly

It was all right

But while the air in my lungs depleted
I couldn’t help but ask
What’s the point of it all?
You run around and hit a ball
To another opposite you
That’s it

They don’t even want the ball
They are just going to give it right back
The game is just trying to force
Unwanted objects upon the enemy
Repeated again and again
Until one ends up giving in
Becoming the oppressed

Engrossed in their failure
The defeated is left to stand there
Gasping for air in a sea of oxygen

It is just animalistic behavior
Created by the insignificant

Illuminating
Vivid
Blinding
Gone

Like headlights of a passing car

Eyes closed tightly
Letting the music flow
Throughout my body

I need to stand out
Like typos in a paregraph