I sit alone
In my room
Foot tapping
Brain spinning
Realizing there is
nowhere
To go
Except there is everywhere
To go
Option paralysis
Freezing
Any ability to decide
Where
Because why?
Why would I go?
I have a room
To sit alone
In with my foot
Tap
Tap
Tap
Tapping away
No rhythm
Freezing
No amount of
Jackets or blankets
Keep warm
When I’m spinning
In my head
Temperature
Becomes just another
Facet of life
I can’t control
Like my foot
Still tapping
Echoing in
The empty room
As unstoppable
As the spirals
That inner voice
Fear incarnate
Doubt incarnate
Loneliness incarnate
The only company
The tapping
Of my foot
Once again
