Spinning wheels in place of action,
just doing the running man
never leaving this spot
where I appear to have taken root. 

I am not sure how I got an anchor
attached to these legs
but I am unable to make it
to the party. 

This is untrue as I was not invited
to a party and to be honest
I find them tough, so I probably
would have stayed home anyway. 

Though wishing could be more
of a sociable sort and not
feel the pangs of fear
every time I am out and about. 

But at the same time I want to
just be at home. Ah. The strange
dichotomy of being a person
with needs and needs. 

Please could I be comfortable
within my skin? Or if not put
me in a society where I can be
more at ease? 

Can this occur or do I have to wait
until an afterlife I do not believe
exists? I guess this is it. This is
all I have to experience. 

Then fitting in like a cog 
is the new plan and yet I am not
a part of this machine. I think 
I need to check the instructions.