The truck strains closer
but yet is unreachable.
You want to cry out
but no one will hear you.

You are helpless.
You are powerless.
You are being held captive.
The shadows sneer and mock.

The footsteps march closer.
Like a thunderstorm
clashing ever nearer,
louder and louder.

You want to turn and face him,
but you are tongue-tied.
Your mind races.
Your palms perspire in panic.

Unintelligible speech spews from him.
He must be speaking gibberish.
The spotlight shines on you.
The crowd stares expectantly.
The sound of the truck fades.
What was your line again?