Apollo 11

doctor can you see me now i'm the patient with impatience i grew up in an age of war of racism for me with little anxiety but then they threw in the words space race and i winced when the starting gun went off forever plant in g in me a certain sense of tension like stretching these wor-were-words where we're now worried i live a life in competition so to survive i need to forge t a bout lag time there once was a selfserved me generation but they died out selectively but the adapt able evolved ones created what is now the seemingly unreality of now not then but now doctor give me a sedative now