Panic

The fervent blood flow,
And pounding voices.
We're stuck again
With our dismal choices.

Two sides of a cold coin
One is up, another down.
Optimism at its frayed,
A dejected, twisted frown.

All her peace and candor,
No troubles she is graced.
A dramatic ghost inside her;
Makeshift storms are faced.

A looming choice ahead,
The button, key, or rock.
The Garden of Eden on fire;
A demon amongst the flock.