Introduce two friends;
You may become the extra wheel.
Maybe paranoia?
But it's just the way you feel.
Suddenly they're making plans
And you are not included.
Might not be intentional
Yet still you feel excluded.
Some would shrug it off
Though if you're wired more like me,
You'll be subject to an overage
Of sensitivity.
Are we better than we need to be,
where does the overage go
Does it store and recycle, to be on call,
or is it something that nobody knows
In our quest for perfection, humanity cries,
as passion like tinder is thrown
Flames circling the bed where we dream through the night
—burning everything into unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)