Nerves

Nerves so nervy that they make themselves nervous. Running around like light sockets waiting for a lightning flash. Nerves that tell me the next decision just might be the most important in my whole life. Nerves that are strung like popping lightbulbs around a light-bright fair. Oh nerves. Oh nerves. They wear and tear like violin strings, popcorn strings, celery strings, like the strings on a guitar, the strings plinked on a piano. They are playing me. So crunchy with a deep deep fear. Oh nerves. Oh nerves.