Swirling gases
Pulling down
poison pooling
storming round

a blur of swell
this inclination
rushing over
the fool proposer

What is choice?
How to be?
Do I make them,
Or do they make me?

Maybe that's the reason,
The reason why
I'm right here
and the choices walked by.

Still as stone I contemplate
What's it matter, I'm too late.
now that's done, there's something new
to think about, keeping me unglued.

I'm falling apart and my bodies whole
The worlds so big and I'm so small.
What does it take to cure pain?
Maybe I'll figure that out...one day.