Tapping, tapping the sounds I hear around me as I wait to be informed
As my mind begins to wander, as sweat drips onto the floor of the tiny crawlspace.
I sit to await my destiny
Whether it is life or death I do not know, but the walls are beginning to close in on me.
Chuckling from behind me
I think, 'have they spotted me? '
Or am I still left unseen