The morose characteristic of my troubled mind
as I continually try to arrange perfection
has me drowning in a viable light
while still clinging to the darkness
of my ideas
All those tomorows pass by my theater at dusk
while the reel keeps spinning and spinning
as if it has a life of its own
to hound me endlessly
and its retakes drive my A plus heart into
massive convulsions
If I choose to continue at this speeding tempo
while trying hopelessly to downtread
the photoplays
as each drama unfolds before my
weary lids
I will, no doubt
throw myself into the pit
of insanity
How do I get this **** reel
to stop spinning
so I can go
home?