Ten Minutes to Detonate

Ten minutes left. Ten minutes left on this wild, wild year. Phone in my

hand, but I'm right here. Eyes on the clock and the

crowd on my chest. Heartbeat counting down with every breath. We've been loading

up the seconds like confetti in a gun. Every little disappointment, every tiny win

we've won. All the coulda, shoulda stories hanging heavy in the room.

Now we spin them into rockets, send them straight to the moon. Take all the

almost, all of the next time. Throw them in the furnace,

watch them catch fire. We're not waiting for a sign this time.