Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world. Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways. Anxiety settles in every facet of my soul, though outgoing and confident hides the depths of an abandoned and unsettling murmur which haunts my concience. Live and let die as the trumpets set an eerie but familiar blast of commotion through the halls of this once mighty fortress. This infernal racket sets the scene as the lights flash down the infinite roads to life as it was once known only to never return. Heart thumping, never missing a beat but emptyness never promises a subdued emotion that is earnestly hoped and prayed for. As the rain falls, so does spirit and confidentiality of change. Tick tock, a race against the clock, yet, are you truly ever ready?