Rhythmic Disorder

He sat there alone for 6hrs wondering if it’s too cold Was it bold? How long would it take for the promotional ladder to transport him to the next level? Was he ready? Hmmmm, he’s not sure! Are his feelings pure? Is it the cure to close the door? His heart cold blooded like bees, His thoughts swarm unpredictably, A young promise disguised in confusion, His reality wasn’t meant to be, Where does he go from here? All the smiles have turned to pain, Laughs to lightning and rain, That reflection in the mirror to shame, Life was good but now it lost its swag, No more stunting, Searching for a goodwill hunt to satisfy his thirst to remain upfront, He never planned for this, Expected this, It’s live, Alive, He’s breathing heavily, It’s happening, Shhhh, One hour, One minute, One second, He’s tired, It`s closing time His rhythmic lines are stretched out like hands of a clock at 9 and 3.