Green Light

My thoughts are a mess 
A side effect of the stress
I cherry pick the loose strands 
And hold them in my hands 
They are written in an unknown code 
I think I'm going to explode 
External pressure ever consuming
I wish I could see what was looming 
Right around the bend 
Maybe its the end
But I can't even make sense of the present 
Can't tell its intent
I'm scared, I'm fucked, I'm terrified 
My senses are highly electrified 
I'm moving fast but I don't know where I'm going 
And I don't show any signs of slowing 
I'm afraid of crashing 
While the green light is flashing.