Once a character mentioned a state of mind

Described the moment in a manner that everyone

Knows quite a lot about

Yet her response

That rather busy morning when everything routine

Would occur in a matter of minutes

Left him realizing he would spend time alone today

Not a bad thing

When humility takes over our vulnerable mind

Curiosity

Anxiety

Foreboding

Symptoms of reckoned perhaps surreal living

That rather busy moment when comparison fails

And we may realize our lives hang in the balance

The clock has a sound familiar

When seconds become our tally

Suddenly the morning sunrise

Settles into the western sky

And hours remain that will gradually amount

To another wasted evening of worry and concern

Still, when our body holds out for that last minute

Life’s confusion becomes far less fantasy driven