round and round my head spins,
yeah, maybe i'm alice, the cat definitely grins.
the spotlight is on me,
i'm dancing just until i'm free.
sometimes i never stop,
my feet have blisters on them that are just urging to pop.
my happiness is fleeting,
maybe i'm just alone in insanity.
YOU ARE READING
gone too far
Poetrysimple. sharp. and hopefully memorable. poetry for the mad. join us. {lowercase intended } ------------------------------ bec g. crawley © 2019
