Impatience

Heated blood
running like electricity.

My body wants to
jump to its feet and go.

The drug of excitement
tainting it all in red.

Sitting still
feels like torture.

Confused by the
lack of reaction

the energy bounces
as in a pinball machine

With eyes closed
I murmur here

And consciousness arise.
Where was I going?

The breath deepens,
the pulse go down

I feel the rush
vanishing.