The tug of my forearm and the whine of a toddler,
Hesitantly, I refuse to cavort in the downpour.
Willingness can only withstand so much,
Feet strut towards the concrete
I prance and twirl, as my friend does the same.
Bodies flailing around like delirious children
Dizziness and disequilibrium all around
Spinning as though we were the teacups from Disney World;
Trying to listen to my brain but it’s all porridge.
Statues watching but never saying anything
In essence we are all statues,
Today, I yawp.
