The world spins,
Leaving clouds of stars...

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

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

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

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

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

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