Commingle

This must be it 

Not to overthink 

What is around 

From side to side 

Standing in several places

At once

Can imagine what you’d say

How you’d look 

With all of your masks 

At the party 

Ready to deliver

The messages 

You require to continue 

Hiding 

From the central themes

Deeper in 

Too bright for this room 

Too much of too much 

For this room 

Spinning internally 

While everything breathes in and out 

Coming closer 

At once 

Standing in several places 

Choosing to engage 

Or not 

This one to that one 

Shift 

While the odd music plays

You barely underwent

Transitions

In the corner 

Don’t waste it 

You could yell loudly 

Waking up the inner children 

Then they stare at you 

Then they care

Then they notice 

What is in the room 

Staring back at them 

In all the eyes 

They see

They see themselves

Purely 

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