My heart beats faster as I ponder my intentions.
The surge of thoughts and possible outcomes spread...

The sound rings once.
The mind dashes to the phone and swiftly the rough...

His fingers burn across the pearl-inlaid wooden...

The heart dangerously slows,
The mind clouded by vast realities of life...

I feel. I fear. I pray.
The pleas for mercy from the two grasped hands...

The world spins,
Leaving clouds of stars...

Follow me young prophet,
That we may join...