It’s going great. There was a rough start at the beginning, but now I’m in tune and on rhythm. Just plugging away, as the world beyond my hands fades away. Then the clock strikes, and knocks me out. Is that the time? How long has it been 4:00? I could have sworn it was 3:15 just a minute ago. I’m late. There’s no rhythm to this beat, just a storm swinging open drawers, sweeping everything aside, and like a maelstrom, it’s over in minutes. Things are quieting down now. Only a few moments have passed, but it felt like longer. Time to slow down, catch my breath. No need to worry. Deep breaths. But that clock…He got ahead of me. I need to catch up. Out the door, down the stairs. As I reach the outside I glance up; getting closer, but he’s still ahead, gotta keep up the pace. But then I screech to a halt. I’m stuck, and there’s nothing I can do. I watch the minutes tick by, angry, but calm. There’s nothing I can do now.