For once... [I'm thinking of a number between one and ten...wanna guess?] My bed is actually made. The room's clean. Most everything's in its spot. I know where my necessities are; my posters aren't falling off of my walls. [Five? Nope. Seven? Nope.] I had time enough to take that two-hour shower. Time to play in the QR. Time to check everything, time to read, time to do my work. Time to hit the hay before midnight on a Saturday. [One? Nine? Eight? No, no, and no.] Time to wonder. Time to think. Time to slowly coax the shaking and the anger out of my hands. [Two? Three? Four? Come on, this isn't funny!] Time to realize that this just might be time's way of playing its fucked-up, inane game with me. Time to not want to be where I am. Time to care too much, time not to care. [Six? Nope. Ten? Nope.] Time to feel like things are now impossible. Time to put the musket away, time to let the powers that be dominate you. Time to give up, and give in. [Those are all the digits! I know...that's the way it's supposed to be.] Time to curse time. Time to realize it's so hard to play hide-and-seek with the thoughts that come naturally. [I'm thinking of a number between one and ten...] Time to do that which shouldn't be happening.