The Moment of Truth

The clock ticks. The clock tocks. You stare limply at your watch. Mintues to hours, hours in minutes. You think. And think some more. The decision was made. You know. Sense it. Sense your fear. Below, the glimmer of giddy rebellion simmers. Like a fever. Waves of madness, coupled with rational sadness. If you are wrong? Too late. Your eyes never leave the clock; As if the synchronized movements will soothe your nervous flights of fancy. You wonder where to begin. You wonder when it began. There is no guide or map. Either way everything has changed.