I go in cicles but never get closer,
alway behind you watcing your back,
and if someday this ride stops,
it will keep on spinning in my head.
Ironically i wait for time,
to grab me and feed off of me,
taking my youth,innocence,smile,
my memories and people i love ,
so it can create new things out of me
like a playdough, it chushes and takes,
so it can make new things out off the same flesh.
It's been raining all night long,
washing away selvedges of the sky,
the dimly dawn still prolongues,
the arrival of the light.
People drink their morning coffee,
leaving their homes in a haste,
as much as they add in sugar,
still left with bitter aftertaste