Bystander
My sympathetic nervous system reacts and I’m in fight or flight mode
The automatic nervous system is responsible for regulating the bodies unconscious actions
My body betrays me it reacts without my permission
They say the human body is a temple but temples are predictable
I’m just trying to pass my classes while messages travel through the sympathetic nervous system in a bi-directional flow,
Everything is out of control!
I manifest and disappear
The feeling of molasses as it warmly drips out my ear taking with it my cognitive functions
Out seeping my rational actions, my desires, my hopes, all of that in that fashion
The body does as it pleases, I try to force it to comply but it doesn’t hear my cry
There’s no fighting that gravitational pull
The neurons have started firing, blood vessels contracting
A symbiotic dance of destruction
The body knows not of desire only the will at which it fires
Your sympathetic nervous system reacts and your body manipulates you, it takes over, it shoves you aside while you scream “this isn’t over!”
The lights gets bright, sounds are deafening
You live in a tunnel, you feel like a bystander in your own body
Swirls, swirls, swirls
Emotions are tumultuous twirls
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