Every minute feels like 10

It has only just begun

It will be a while til I mend

Until this sickness will end

I fear what tomorrow will bring

I fear I won't make my deadline

This will go over like a balloon full of lead rhymes

I'm hot

I'm cold

But I don't have a fever

My aches and pains

Need some reliever

I'm tired

I'm slow

I feel something tearing up my throat

I just want to snap my fingers

And make everything just go