i dont know much
i can't recall
either
nor do i understand
too good or too less
the swaying away
or staying firm
i don't remember
the going
or coming
even or odd
head or fall
is it the winters game
or falls season
there's no alternative
no going back
i dont!
dancing away with the pain
and joys
i dont remember much
as my memory can't trawl back
it cease to be !
in the moments of downfall
if my wings could fly
or date back to time's origin
we never know who, what
and why
i never sought
too consumed to think
hanging on
around and around
there
here
like a clock's tic tic
now i sit
without substance
just like this
avoiding a narration
that it hurts like a knife in heart
stabbed deep
so deep