The heart pounds through the chest,
With every drag of smoke,
The pulse quickens,
Blood thickens,
Try to act casual,
Seconds start to melt away,
If only there was more time.

A hot, cleansing shower,
Distractions in light,
And sound,
Words scatter across your brain,
Like suns in the sky,
If only you could find,
The right thing to say.

The surreal terra firma,
Becomes quicksand as you sleep,
Or at least try to,
You’ll fool yourself in the morning,
Three hours is all it took,
As the divine moment approaches,
Whatever it may be,
Whenever it may be,
If only the true being shown through.