anxious/scared
the worldly possession of youth, divine
sanctity is earnest beneath a magnifying glass
scorching, as a bad choice is so suddenly identifiable
a fever ensues from the stared upon hands of a clock
moments of sickness, relapse, indecision
unhappiness, uncanny, then following quickly acceptance
"I did this, I did that, I wanted this, I didn't want this, I should have done this, I shouldn't have done that."
foreshadows with late arrivals, march and march