Froggy

It is such a strange feeling
only broken by discrete moments
A sense that perhaps I have faced a challenge
A sense that more is to come

I place a zero on the floor
And gun the engine
A sense that now is the time to run
A sense that there is nothing new under the sun

Biting my legs and tense, my arms
My leg bounces against my desk, the music of my nerves
like the drums of katalon
ticking my time away

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