A nervous tattoo

Anticipation
Silent contemplation
Waiting for the rythmic tattoo
Etched on skin so very new
To be lived with forever
Is pain or pleasure
Nerves fraying away
As we greet the new day
Chills in the air
Waiting for that scary ride at the fair
Dread and excitement abound
Magpire sing their song
A delightful sound
In a harmonious throng
Mindfulness eroding away
Tackling nervousness in a round about way
Tiny needles creating art
With such a noisy part
As if waiting for the inevitable prick
Slowly time seems to tock and tick
Plodding along the face of the clock
Pretending to be a rock
Is it just a facade
Liken to games of chance on a promenade
Spinning
Lights blinking
Noise filling the atmosphere
A cacophony of moving parts within this sphere
Facing such a great fear and loathing
Sitting around in daze floating
Stepping up to the plate
No course left to deviate
Taking the plunge
Soaking up all like a sponge