I feel like a timed escape artist

I know that people are watching

Waiting with a touch of impatience

Expecting something spectacular to happen

But I don’t know what that something is

The minutes of my life are speeding by

Ticking past on the universal stopwatch

I know I need to do something

To get started on something

But I don’t know what that something should be

I am like an actor on a stage

Who doesn’t even know what play they are in

I stutter and stumble

As the audience watches me

Fingers point, voices laugh

I am afraid of failure

I am afraid of people seeing me fail

I will be left wrapped in this straitjacket

Closed in a clear glass box

While the world waits for something to happen