Tossed into a spinning world, trying desperately to land on my feet difficulties at every turn, how shallI ever compete maybe I'd have done better, in another time or place deception in abundance, daily rejection so hard to face. Communication unestablished, awkward appearances made fighting for a chance to learn, wishing for skills to trade clawing, scrapping, creating quite a commotion begging to show tendencies of self promotion. Slowly advancing, gaining ground, assuming the proper stance dispelling thoughts of sickening times, emerging from a confining trance searching dep within, looking in shadows, craving a sweet taste awareness, describable only in contrast to the inevitable waste. Finally as changes approach, dilemmas fade, hope is seen success sways, swallows itself, confused, pondering what it could mean collapsing on the edge, plummeting, spiraling away, torn apart withering dreams, spoiled again, humbly picking the pieces up, collecting them for a fresh start.
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