Tension At Pitch

Every passing clock will not reveal its face

My stomach tightens, I feel I'm growing late

Another opportunity stretched out far away from me

Having arrived far too late

I discover I could have been somewhere else tonight

But now I've cast myslef in space

One man, standing in one place


A four-sided room gets filled up with light

All the surfaces find ways to ignite

I realise I could never see all of the possibilities