Apprehensive and anxious;
I can't figure which
comes from the anticipation
and which from the fear.

Always on display,
though I never leave this place,
transparent to the ones who look
invisible among those who don't care
and unavoidable to my own eyes.

Lost in tumoultuous thoughts
that toss and heave and crash
the short of my concentration
as I try to keep on...
top?
track?
task?
Unsure where I am...
going?
leading?
being left behind?

I can never seem to see
through the haze of my own mind.