Spinning in circles - this gift
Spinning in circles
This goes here, that goes there
Controlling what I can
Rearranging the Rubik's cube
To make a pretty pattern
No regard for how or why
Who is out of the question
No lessons learned from days gone past
No progress toward tomorrow
The more I own, the more I am
The safer the nest, the sounder the rest
Until armagedon comes again,
I'll play with my mental toys
Until the rug is pulled from under me
I'll get nice and cozy on it
Maybe if I write more, think more,
hate myself more
Things will make more sense
Spinning in circles
Hoping someday it will stop.
this gift
Somewhere, deep inside me
Is a child who lost faith
Who glimpsed oblivion
and said nothing
Who shifted from innocent and pure
Faith in God
To faith in Nothing and No one
I can't return to or ressurect that child
he still lives in me, feeble as he is
As most of me has grown grotesque
Around him, he remains pure
he within me who believes in Him
he has been reduced to a speck
he has lived in hell for seemingly eternity
and yet,
somehow right now,
i can give him a hug,
and thank Him for this gift,
and praise His name.