Spin-Me-Go-Round

Spinning in place with apparently no where to go. These days, these hours, these minutes flying by in a flurry of hopes and dreams. What was it they all said? "You'll know when you know"? The questions clatter around in my skull as the spinning skids to a halt.

Closing my eyes seeing stars, moons, planets, and rainbows. The fireworks are starting and I'm climbing the tallest tree hoping to see the show.

This dream that came and went so long ago, it tip-toes back... tip-toe-tip-toe

Mice scurry about up and down the clock... tic-toc-tic-toc

Petals falling from the ceiling, these words just found their meaning. Blurs of colors whirl around the room as though acid were the instigator, but only inspiration is to blame. These colors, these lights, this music, this dance floor. Always here unnoticed, always here unheard. Until you close your eyes and open your ears; until then you wont know.

A soft voice beckons, heed its call? Could it be fate? Or nothing at all?

A fun-house half built of truth and half built of lies. Expertly blended to make a deeper shade of red. The prisms reflect the primary colors glaring into the blend purifying both halves eradicating the red and drenching forever in white.

This is my spin-me-go-round