Knock, knock, it’s me there
All alone he seemed happy in his little world
Beauty seeping from the seams
It reminds me of a painting drawn in whites, reds, and blues
Like the blue waves, he is chill
Like a green forest, he always seems natural, truly himself
I try to talk but it’s no use
Words seem to leave me around him
He looks my way, but I step aside
Hidden out of his view
Heart racing like a NASCAR
Mustering up the courage to speak
I soon realized I needed to map out a plan
Step by step without room to fail
I set out to prevail; it was no time to bail
I sigh, letting out a puff of air
I step out from his blind spot
Yet soon run back
How long are you going to hide?
He chuckled, I bit my lip in embarrassment
You sure are in your own cube, he said
Can you let me in on your thoughts?
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