What was it I was dreaming for?
To beat the beast and win the girl?
Here I am caught in my war,
Falling down with my world in a whirl.
Should all the fancies be mine to hold,
To spin around and twist and twirl,
Would I have ev’n a pound of gold,
Crashing down with my world in a whirl?
Bounded to the curses of my past,
A rash mind that made my vision swirl,
Is there a way to make it all go fast,
Even with my world in a whirl?
Snap out of it! Why be in chains?
Why plod in what makes my heart curl?
Forget all these hopeless pains.
Have joy with my world in a whirl.
*john’s room poetry, 3-24-08.
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