Bumps

I have been bouncing now and

Bumping round this room,

Flailing and flying all about.

I'm sorry you must join me now,

But I will not,

Cannot,

Go it alone.

Think how I feel?

I have been here longer and

Many of my bumps are deeper, darker, deadlier than your own.

But no matter.

I am trapped here,

And now, too, are you.

Together now we're bouncing and

Bumping round a room.