if you had..
one shot..
one opportunity...
to seize everything you ever wanted...
one moment...
would you capture it? or just let it slip?
yo
his palms are sweaty,
knees weak, arms are heavy,
there's vomit on his sweater already,
mom's spagehtti, he's nervous,
but on the surface he looks calm and ready,
to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting,
what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud,
he opens his mouth but the words wont come out,
he's choking now, everybody's choking how?
the clock's run out!
times up!
over!
POW!