Sonnet 3

It is unstoppable this race,
It feels like a rush of adrenaline,
My heart pounds without a base,
I feel like I committed a sin,
But I know that’s not the case,
It is different,
My untimely phase,
But the message is sent,
Back and forth in my body,
Tense, tense,
It makes me,
That is my forsaken sense,
Perhaps in the future,
I’ll learn not to be my own destructor.