Mini me is mentally
running around.
Trying to keep on
Top with all the
Tasks been verbally
Handed to us.
Don’t panic.
I tell myself
Deep breath
In and out.
You got this.
This is humanly possible.
Writing but letters
Are passing through my head
I’ve forgotten how to spell.
Oh no!
Get out of your head.
I look next to me
The females are
Just the same as me.
Let me go somewhere else.
You can smell the anxiety
Oozing from the front row.
Legs shaking, nails tapping
Ear phones in and zone into
The world of racing.
Formula 1 is here
Something to get distracted by.
Getting rid of a feeling
Is like trying to get rid of
Plastazote from your clothes
It sticks and once
you think you’ve gotten rid of it
You find it somewhere else.