‘round and ‘round we go,
inspired when I’m feeling low.
conversations in my head,
feeling immobile, can’t leave my bed.
the constant tick of the clock,
submerged in my mental block.
(one second or five city blocks?)
unable to dwell in the bustle,
stagnant with my inner tussle.
expressions of pure elation,
forever hiding my deflation.
the beauty of art to the mass,
hiding behind the thinnest glass.
(they don’t teach truth in class.)
is this the only time I feel?
affection lost in the deal.
one day I tell myself,
add another to the bookshelf.
we won’t get stuck,
we’ll trudge through the muck.
(when they day comes, I’ll be awestruck.)
