Soon

Soon, I will slog through this weekend with more work and less play.
Bad mood. No motivation.
{“sigh sigh sigh”}

Soon, I will have butterflies flying alive in my stomach.
The legs-turned-jelly, fingers-shiver-uncontrollably moment is coming and I know…
{“tick-tock-tick-tock”}

Soon, I will may face a bombardment of questions for which I may have no answers.
{“bang bang bang” >>> “ahhh ahhh ahhh”}
I need to prepare some bullets to shoot back. That way, I'll look more stylo (hopefully).