Agoraphobia

Here I sit inside my box to the assembly line of the Boring Masses Here I sit inside my box dreaming… enjoying… dreams that I can’t explain. Dreams of color and music Dreams of wine and dance Dreams of song and joy They can’t get me here I feel warmth and safe inside my box. They can’t make me feel in this fortress of individuality. Outside I hear a constant rhythm of moans of pain. Why would I want to be like them? So, I sit inside my box waiting, dreaming , wondering and fearing The rhythm is getting closer louder. Louder. Louder! So, I sit inside my box fearing, anticipating. I feel cold and scared inside my box. Scared of them Here I sit inside my box fearing my insertion to the assembly line of the Boring Masses By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX