Usually, the option
of social interaction
Is rarely honored
amongst my list of activities
For years such
strange behavior has been
Quite the cause to
raise concern
Amidst the bowels of
concentration, I rest
Observing the soft
exchange
Of vowel upon
meaningless vowel
No relations or
interests composed
To identify and
sympathize
with a colorful sea
of strangers
May add colour to all
that might
Be missing in my life
Yet, in a constant of
fear I live
Running…
Just running…
Whilst striving to
fathom
The clockwork of
relationships
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