staggering forward
no energy left to give
spinning like a clock
wound the wrong way
mind going in circles
maze that is your alibi
no key for the last room
so I brought a lockpick
staggering forward
no energy left to give
spinning like a clock
wound the wrong way
mind going in circles
maze that is your alibi
no key for the last room
so I brought a lockpick
This was written for a contest a while back(been looking at old poetry today).
