Your movements
debauched but steady
precise like you are
always at the ready

But your actions
are now instinctive
you blend right in
with the crowd

Your social cues performed
with perfect precision
no one even notices
the undiluted shell you’ve become

Your balance is off
you are struggling
to find your center
your feet are
not touching the ground

And like a pendulum
you swing
with every feeling
your core surrounds

The humming is eminent
the push is real
direction unclear
blocked by uncertainty and fear

You must make a move
so you step off – but
where are you going
when everything seems dark

No none even sees it
None of them really know
you are struggling
to find your balance
and your feet no longer
touch the floor

Photo taken by Torland L. Charles