Warm-Up

Broken fingers grasp the concept
Knuckles cracked and bruised
I cannot beat this feeling
That I may lose

Sanity and friends
Together again
A web that spins
Old news

Shackled to hesitation
Inspiration lost her muse
I have the key within my sight
Shot down from my view

As I leave this place
Tripping within haze
Fast pace substantiates
But i forgot to lace my shoes