They call it adrenaline

But it’s just chemical fear

I can taste it on my tongue

Feel it speed through veins

Like alcohol, thin and sharp

It churns in my stomach

Makes my nerves radiate

And then… I’m a machine

I’m not me… I’m a robot

Something more innate

Wakes up and steps up

And my brain runs faster

Trying to catch up to speed

My body stands waiting

Like a sentry watching

Please forgive me

When I’m afraid

And I’m afraid…

Of a lot these days