Crash

Circles and cycles and which way is up?
Can’t tell the sky from the ground,
Forwards and backwards and everything’s stuck,
Want off this merry-go-round.

Toing and froing; to smile or to cry?
And reinventing the wheel,
Waxing and waning; you live then you die,
Resisting the urge to feel.

Swirling and swaying; a dizzying flash,
Slipping away from it all,
Freezing and fraying; alone in the crash,
Losing control in the fall.

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