Flail

In a room full of people I looked for a person called “me”
There were bodies everywhere
Some smoking, some flirting, some looking at me
The ones who saw, wore crisp white cloaks and were graced with ginger hair

I knew who they were
I stood still amidst all chaos
The room reeked of sweat and wild fur
And then I found myself, in one of them, a lost cause, flailing like an albatross