Outside's Okay, Inside's Astray

Time stopped as greetings dropped.

Little clocks with floating second hands swam round a stationary hour.

Minutes were imaginary.

I spend hours of my life drawing breath and preparing to stretch my arm for an informal handshake.

"Hey" I said, with a cool, calm imposure.

"Oh god was that too much" I thought, with a manic sense with much more fear.

All was atrocious, but all the same, pretty okay.

I can still leave.

I can still be at ease.

Door's just there, no need to worry.

Then why am I stood here dormant while they're maybe in a hurry.

Door.

Dormant.

Dormant door.

Doors are dormant, that good I should make a joke about that and say it now.

No, best not, that's stupid. It's maybe not something they'd allow.

Yes, this is the right decision. Now - oh no, one of them said something, laugh or something I don't know!

"hahaha"

We all smiled.

But my insides beguiled,

In this mild social wild,

My brains feel defiled.

This is nice.