abandoned ship.

And you quietly laugh to yourself as you stare around the room seeing everyone struggle as much as you. Whose fault is this? It’s a simple test of ideas to stretch your memory for miles, to rack your brain until it is as dry as a desert; but yet you’re sitting there smirking and thanking your lucky stars that you are not on an abandoned ship.
Who’d have thought this would be the only time in weeks, months maybe even years that you haven’t felt alone.
You try like they suggested but you don’t even get close. Instead you turn to this; writing your only incite, your only way to make sense of life.
Contemplation of becoming a total recluse after this sit in the back of your mind but then you look up and once again realise that this ship isn’t abandoned and you’re not alone.
You breathe, a sigh of relief know in that this is only a run-through, a warm up for when the real battle arrives.
If only life’s choices came with this many chances.