Here We Go.

Here we go. Stomach churning, brain burning. Together mixing up a bit of that cha-os. Body built up, mind fortified, but resistance is fu-tile. All that training and that experience, trumped by the infantile. Mature and rational thoughts interrupted by what's pri-mal. The urge to survive contrasts the pity if it dies and my instincts run hay-wire. Nothing stops it, no explanation will do. This is the last-straw. I accept the words but am confused by the actions. What is going on here? My minds a blur, filled with reactions. What's lying underneath here? I take any fact in stride, I swallow my pride. But are we really getting stuck here? Visions creep, my heart begins to weep but I straighten up my bow tie. Slap in the face, I can't take this disgrace. My confidence is so high. Light up, sit back, recollect and play back every moment that's gone by. I give up trying to understand. It's too complicated and I just let it ride.