It's not the walk of the undecided
Pausing at every option
Nor the stroll of the brazen
Shoulders comically back
This particular way of moving
Doesn't seem to be taking you anywhere in particular
You're looking carefully at what you see
Your head doesn't turn until your whole body is ready
You consider, re-consider, and then remember not to decide
You don't know what caffeine tastes like
Jitters are not a part of your world
You seem to bob up and down
A buoy, for nervous sailors to follow to shore
But they would not find shore
Only shoals resting comfortably
Under your gaze
Roman Ryan 