Tilt and swerve
Tick tick tick
I am a walking, talking, clock
"The mark of insanity is repeating actions,
expecting different results"
There are no constants
Embrace insanity
When's the last time
I was hungry
Or cold
I go through motions
Circles
My big and little hand
Over and over
My appetite is gone
I continue to eat
I lack interest
I continue to watch
To play
To draw, paint, talk
It's not always this way
Sometimes the hands change direction
I crawl out of the hole
On occasion
But I always end up back in
Going in circles
Which way do I go
Today?
