Drained energy levels are sinking Previously yarning to come With ideas of the night racing round and round
Stranded While people converse and dance I remain glued to the wall in the corner saying I'm good for the sake of others Or for my preservation
How does one strike balance No longer enjoying yourself Because as you replays the night… Only short words and broken smiles Small talk and handshakes.
Visualising the numerous outcomes was I to break free the chains of inward isolation Picture what true desire burst to the surface But if there is no need to act upon such emotion Then is it more a fleeting thought like walking past someone, their face turned blurry as they can’t be separated from the pool of forgotten masses
Interactions are currency Every conversation a coin snatched from the hand Till I’m left spent leading me to pull away And so I remain glued to the wall in the corner Saying I’m good for the sake of other My mask bolted shut. Wilting in the darkness.