Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Gasp

Can we pause for a moment?
I need a chance to come up for air
I'm drowning in the chaos of now
Forgetting to breathe for fear of tomorrow

I'm spinning and spinning and spinning
Dizzy I drop to the floor
Has the ceiling always been white?
My blink takes a solid eight hours

Profoundly saddened by simply awakening
I run my hands through my hair
Another moment minute month lifetime
Alone with my thoughts in the world

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