One, two, three, four, my heart beats in time with the Rhythm, and my feet hit the floor An empty beat in time,can't take anymore. Blood pumping,racing,nerves vibrating standing inside pandora's door. No forwards, no backwards, feet Frozen heart pumping, can't beg or implore. I'm standing inside Pandora's door. One, two, three, four, my heart skips a beat in time, lost Rhythm and rhyme, with endless spaces of time. Laughing, spinning, twisting fate, Frozen feet on the floor inside Pandora's door. Somehow, I'll make the compromise, take the step, find the Rhythm, and dance once more despite opening Pandora's door. #Poetry #MightyPoets #Mania #hypomanic #BipolarDisorder #porechoices #ADHD #Addiction #AnxietyAttack #Hypersexuality