The calendar pages spin round and round
Fly up then down before littering the ground

Lay perfectly still while my head still twirls
Layered thoughts making silly singing swirls

Tries to slow the incredibly chaotic commotion
Playing havoc with the ever changing emotions

Just when the silence seems to take its toll
Those calendar pages again begin to roll

And chaos resumes until silence is expunged
And time takes on its prior kamikaze plunge

01/09/2012

Posted on 01/09/2012
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