I can see my heart beat
I can see it strain to maintain its pace
Its calm and collected pace
I can see it lay waste to the serene
I can see it make haste given the scene
Because it has found itself to be one of many occupants
Yet it feels as though it is the only occupant
The opulent feeling of composure is lost
It’s the price it must pay at this exposure’s cost
Because while the idea to toss caution into the wind teases
It pleases only in an ideal format
For that environment is where I’m anxious
That environment is where breathes quicken
That environment is where I’m kept on my toes
That environment is where I feel like a chicken
Petrified at the fear of clumsy conversation
Horrified when awkward vibes replace communication
Mortified when silence subscribes to that combination
All because I don’t know how to conclude
Troubles trying to terminate mirror those trying to initiate
Therefore I simply sit and wait
I sit and wait while I navigate my eyes through the occupancy
Slowly I drift into my mind trying to find the source of this sensation
Wondering when people are not enshrouded and display in full bloom
Why is it that I always feel alone in a crowded room?
2/21/2015