Trapped, an Interior Monologue

Trapped inside my own head
Right, left, backwards, forwards, up, down
It's a prison and I'm in for life
Choices,choices, they define your life
Everything's on the line
No mistakes can be made
no time to decide
and the clock is going
Tick tock, tick tock
Time's up
Are you ready?
Better be.

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