I'd like a type of miracle.
A gift to lift my spirits.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.
I've been blessed, and I'm staring at the clock.
Each second, each breath seems to escalate.
Caught by surprise, wide eyed, I elevate.
Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick
Beautiful music flows through me while I muse and peruse the view of this huge glorious globe and I probe it with my fingers feeling wonders that linger,
It's absurd how even my words taste great and so I savour the flavour and lick my lips after each bit of chatter or fit of laughter and the pitter patter of my feet on the neat floor grows faster with the dancing and prancing because my energy is enhancing and infinitely growing and so I keep going,
I can see what I couldn't and I can do what I shouldn't and everything that appeared weird before is now clear to me and everything that wasn't near to me or was shrouded in fear is dear to me and even a tear is sheer pleasure that can't be measured and must be treasured forever...
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
My ears ache. I can not see properly. My hands are bruised and bloody.
My lips are chapped and painful. The floor is dirty. My legs hurt. I'm too exhausted to move.
I can't think straight. I am in misery. I can't remember anything. Where did the time go?
I need a damn miracle.
A loan to raise my spirit...