damn, why do i feel so hot?
feels like i’m being roasted on the inside.
i… i think i’m going to be sick.
these butterflies, they’re stinging like bees.
focus goddamnit, it’s just nerves.
i guess i’m just fixated on the unknown.
why does it have to act up now?
i’m going to race a dog.
it has 3 legs.
that could be the problem,
some say handicap, for it has three legs.
others say benefit, for nature will conquer.
bullshit, i say.
three loses to four.
math would never lie, would it?
predicated probability to prevail?
only the present holds true,
unless the odds say otherwise.