* To close to call *
Placed myself in certainty
Between a rock and a hard place
I need to focus to get myself out
Even the option of cutting off my own arm
Isn't an option save me from harm
A suicidal bomber allowing time to rush by
Now the flagpoles are set
The finishing line is nigh
Gird all my lions
For the savagery ahead
The pressure thumping headaches
Lack of sleep in my bed
The worry and fretting
The doom rushing in
The gap is swiftly closing
Got to get through
Got to win
And this time I wonder
If all left to late
If this time I have allowed
The horses get beyond the gate
And no time to round them up
No hope in hell
The end of this project
The end of me as well.
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