Here I sit in the back of my van, in the corner on the side of the street;
I've been right here since 5pm, how the hours lapse in deceit.

Its been another 5 full hours that-paralyzed- stuck still here in this seat;
now as it pushes 10pm, I record this writing to  move  through defeat.

Studying car lights from outside- this silent still machine's Slow Flash
as the primary colors, of light's reflections, shift in their dance-like dash.

I'm more than done with this pit of fear,
overcome the paranoid gap,
all I need is to now pause, re-evaluate  
Exiting this trap.

To wrap it up in this conclusion
To reiterate the hours ceaseless delusion
Is to redefine isolations inherent seclusion-  with confident strength
Dispel illogic's confusion.