Walking down a spiral staircase,
Feels like an adventure until you can't find the base
For the world of it just keeps spiraling, just keeps spinning,
The sanity... no, your sanity starts thinning.
When the banister turns to walls,
And it starts to feel like a fall,
The jacket is an ever tightened strap
Hands never quite able to reach your lap.
For when the stair turns to sand, your mind along with it
The never ending band seems a lot easier to hit.
Your sanity keeps spiraling, changing to a fall
But if you'd hit the bottom your sure you won't
feel it at all.
Mad Hatter's old tale doesn't seem so scary now
As You twirl with your hat and take an ancient vow
Keeping a knife along with a sack
Hidden in the shadows of your back.
For the witch was right in Hansel and Gretel
Only children could ever fit in a kettle.
You stumble on a step, falling as you trip
You hand never quite reaching farther than your hip.
The jacket holds your hands captive
Your body and your mind nonadaptive
To these cushioned walls at your side.
For only when your head starts to collide,
Do these strange walls make some sense
When you wish you could change dollars bills to cents.
As you continue down, the world continues up,
But crowded hallways were never our teacup.
The spiral down is so much quicker
Then the life that seems to flicker
Before your bloodshot eyes.
As the darkness grows, so do their lies.
And only when you accept this insanity,
Does your life become a vanity,
Compared to those living in place,
As you travel down your spiral staircase.
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Poems Born of Lazy Afternoons
PoetryThis book is just a bunch of poems that I usually write in one sitting or over months, but the ideas for them stem from my lazier afternoons. ;)
