Oh Panic

T'was a sun day of sunday, Many are thoughts gazing he a gay, The frost alike bitter his taste, Asked he a favor, shun he tried, But shy he,  say "no" not in haste. All are living fossils, so he was told, Countless eyes staring like the sun smiling. All his is in solitude thence, crowd makes him fright, His voice touch the walls but his ears never hears; Nervous, instant sore throat, body cold, Voice dull, scared of boos, the whole stares. Since he is lone, he shivers in anxiety. Atlas, came Alice! confident he is; now is bold, All these, t'is me!