My life as wheel.
Around it goes; again and again.
IT never end.
When slight brushes of plush, slick-trail jeweled dimension becomes crutches failing to do nothing more than feed old-tail to the present…it is a deterent.
So, sailing that groove; I strolled alongside a trembling tone of trepidation, flailing away.
I shoved mantle of day with bold determination, but ultimately the foundation of shoreline’s grayed blues and long days of night; brightened the many hue’s of fear trailing me…enlightened frayed muse failing me…and…ripened nightmares curtailing me into a counter-clockwise free-flow, stream that grows.
Undone and forlorn; I dove from that edge I’d fully-worn; swirling, spiraling in a calculation of one windsong scream, of one whimsical but strong whisper of a scene…tune…scorned melody…dream, stored into the never-ever.
Now; a witness to the last fallen hourglass grain, I’m slowed-to-crawl.
I strain a re-start, but the all and all of it all when it all comes crashing down, when it all is said and done, will all be same…singling me out to the single, solitary, main…a single, solitary, lame.
A re-post because of an accidental delete.