21 July 2012
And I think around
In circles
Ever growing
Winding
My thoughts become
Knotted like
A ball of wool
Thrown in a corner
Where the needles clatter
Left to gather dust
Around
Circles, ever tighter
A spiral
Of wishes, hopes, dreams
Wants, fears, beliefs
Tangled together
Into a web
Of things that
No longer matter
I have no control
Over my own future
Thoughts • Opuss № I