The clock keeps ticking…
Clear and loud inside your head;
It is perhaps the echo of a pounding heart.
In this solemn silence,
Drops of water ‘crash’ onto the sink…
There is a sudden confusion…
As you lie motionless, almost dead;
Reality and illusion cannot be told apart.
‘Suspended’, you panic,
For you now attempt to think…
Mild at first, but soon profound…
This ‘numbness’ begins to spread;
The world around you turns into Modern Art.
You are captive, ‘trapped’ –
You can neither speak nor blink…
The minutes seem like hours…
In this dreary realm of dread.
The ‘disease’ then begins to depart;
And leaves your bewildered mind wondering:
What on Earth was in that drink!
