Sometimes
I feel like I’m drowning
In the whirlpool of life.
Caught
In the swirling vortex
Occasionally
Getting the chance to breathe
Before I go back under
The drowning weight of life.
Does it ever stop spinning?
I’m sure it must have been tranquil
At one time,
But I can’t seem to remember it.
I want to be happy,
Go with the flow;
But in the toilet of life
I spend most of my time
Trying to stay afloat.