Days spun in meaningless responses the night runs by with the nightmare that it would be another day gone another day short another day left another day needed another day wanted another day closer another day another day another day, yet... Reflections of an earlier self not so long ago and suddenly a million images accost me and whirl and I wonder like someone else did and someone else is probably doing and the million others who probably will that is it still the same fire is it still the same circle round and round and two tickets for a ride, except never is the circle by the same person but when you go round it again its like a spiral away from it but with the same center so you always know who are the ones coming in and you never look outwards to see the ones going out but theres still the ones who are in different spirals and you are caught between the spiral you are and the spiral you strive to be and its giddy this spinning and spinning and whee you spin with someone from a completely different thread trying to enter another spiral. Are we all in spirals and are we happy. And then bam the spinning stops and you jump and suddenly you're in an elevator that takes you far far far away... Shooting up or plunging down and you come to an alternate universe. And it begins all over again.
Promises made promises kept? I will I will.
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