There are those who take from others and have no concept of giving.
And when they might choose to give, it is always on the condition of taking yet more.
The people had judged you and have found you wanting, but they didn't detect what you have in store for them.
They were wrong.
What you had, you had kept a a most deep secret, so that they could not erase all of you.
When it comes, they will be all swept away.
Where I go, there again
too and fro , back and forth around in circles
square dancing in tired triangles
take your head along a body bicycle
route unknown, trying to out wit the very wheels
whipping your body along lanes lined with icy dread
treading in circles
cycling backwards reversing up and mounting pavements
peculiar shapes bumping along broken and battered statements
staying with it only to veer wildly off into a thicket
scrambling to understand the mumbles lines praying for
some kind of saving agent, ageing, waiting for sane moments
I'm not crazy.
I just can't outrun my brain.
by Paul Sinclair