At the desk, alone
in my own thoughts...
Concentration
Judged on ability?
No! Just this one to determine my fate
of progression, or the end.
Butterflies, shaking hands, deep breath,
no more waiting, I must begin.
In the distance the sound of the beep and the countdown has begun;
fifteen seconds? Gone forever.
Nerves forgotten!
Steady hands!
Pure speed!
Final turn!
POP!