It's an Emergency

Panting my breathing is and procrastinating is a source of.  I can't breathe right. Hey mama, I can't breathe! Please help me Jesus, I can't breathe. Watching my life's journey like a clip of yesterday's sitcom is exciting, but evermore frightening. Who am I? What have I done to deserve this?  My chest is beating faster like a drum out of control. I can hear my mama saying, "Calm down, calm down baby!" Who listens to any voice when they're about to die? Never mind the hurting feeling in my head. My veins are plump like a raised road, my fingers tingling like I've been sitting on my hands for too long. Oh man, I need to calm down and get out the car before I'm late for the first day of college.