Running down a darkened path,
Adrenaline must do the math.
Trying to make my escape,
Playing like a looping tape.
I jump down onto the tiled floor,
Drowsy still from the night before.
I fear that if they close the gate,
It’ll be an omen of my sealed fate.
I run, and push, and grab, and kick,
This disastrous ride will make me sick.
I’ll never win this rigged fight,
As I burst into the hollow night.
I see a nearby van and run,
This wild event is almost done.
I fly into the driver’s seat,
I will never just accept defeat.
The vehicle starts and I press the gas,
Life springs into this humble mass.
I drive outside and into a lake,
“Oh Crap!” I yell, as I fly awake.