Panic

I'm in a daze. I'm in a dream. Is it a dazed dream?

I want to run, but I can't lift my feet off the ground. I stand here planted and cannot reach out to save myself from the storm.

I see the storm coming. As it gets nearer, it excites me... but it also scares me.

What will become of me when this storm passes? 

Am I really in that right frame of mind to say that I know what I'm doing? No. Really. Tell me. Slap me awake if you please. Hah! Knock some sense into my head. Hah!

I feel my back to the wall now. It's a make it or break it. What will I do?

When the mind interferes with the heart, trouble sets in. 

And I can see the arrow aiming right at me. I can see it coming. I do. I really do.