It begins to grow on me.
I want to flee far far so far away.
Adrenaline, it thumps my heart quickly.
Sweat drips down my face like rain on a windowpane.
I want to hide. I want a flight away from this worrisome place!
Someplace nice, somewhere peaceful, anywhere but anxious here.
What do I do? I must have a plan. Yes! I will defintely go!
The calm wind dries up my painful sweat.
I will end what I have started! I'll do it!
No more fears I start to steer.
Calming myself down