Round and round
On a cruel carousel
Lets see if you can not fall again
My moods traverse
My centre not sure
Where to place itself
Pulled n a million directions
Time seems to be zooming past me
Leaving me to pick up the pieces
Of a future I cant change
Running to stay still.
Running.
Running.
I used to like running.
When I was very small.
Labels: pensive, verse
