(The wonderland of social inhibitions)
You look into a looking glass, forgetting things.
You with nothing to say.
Confusion breathes smoke on your senses.
The world is in your eyes.
Wish the holes fell deeper to hide it.
The day demands too much.
Clocks don’t miss their ticks, but it feels like teatime.
Everyone laughs their stories in your midst.
Conversation shadows Cheshire smiles.
You speak when no one’s listening.