Monday night my head spins Reality and fiction sunken in Sugar rush tires me but keeps me Awake, I whirl in everlasting anxiety I am panicking, how much time do we have Left, somethingβs not Right, my brain is shutting Down, deeper into knots of Self-doubt as if someone enabled Occlusion culling, why canβt I see? Whatβs in store for me? I canβt? See what? Is in front of me?