Lost and Found

Waiting, staring at the clock, waiting! Something has to happen soon, something needs to happen soon! My own voice is screaming in my ears. "What are they holding off on? Why am I here? I could be doing something more productive right now, instead of this waiting! Where did my life go? How did I arrive at this point? Why for heavens sake am I waiting? Is this really it? This is all there is to life? A simple series of events strung together with bouts of waiting inbetween? This can't be it... I must be in the wrong place..."
My eyes are red, my head is spinning; I can feel my heard pounding on the inside of my rib cage as if it were attempting to escape, my pulse pounds over every inch of my body in rythmic waves. I am sitting on the edge of my seat, I feel disconnected and almost drunk. My skin is clammy, I feel sick to my stomach, my legs won't stop moving, my thoughts are fleeting. I am shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm with gail like winds. I am awake, I am alert and I am very aware of every second that drips away into oblivion never to be reclaimed in the expanse of time. Oceans of time, that we become more aware of as we get older, an awareness that drives us to want to stand out and not become some meaningless forgotten drop. My drive is set, my goals are in place and yet I am doubting everything and feeling nothing.
Glance at the clock, seconds ticking, dropping away from the face. splashing away into nothing. Time always moves faster when you wish it would stop.
My feet are pumping, hands are tembling, teeth are grinding. Hurry, its not too late, I still can salvage the day, maybe I can catch the last drop before its too late.
Damn, maybe I really shouldn't have had that third extra large coffee...