In our heart of hearts
We know, we know
We come around
Around we go
Spinning wheels
Spinning tires
Spinning thoughts
On spinning spires
We wonder why
I ask, why wonder?
They’ve spun the spell
You’ve been put under
Drugged and numb
In an addict’s attic
Remote in hand
You crave the static
You live in the current
Of this current existence
Would never question
One man’s persistence
In a losing game
Of love and hate
We hate to love
Predestined fate
Now entertain
This final thought
Could we be lost
If found we’re not?
Ciera S. Louise c. November 27, 2005