Left, Right, left, right.
It's left, Right?
Why would I continue to spiral in a circle,
Anxiety, and awkwardness, like that kid Urkel.
Left, right, Don't know where to look
Someone tell me... help, i'm stuck.
Stop, wait, bring me back,
Too shook, don't want to have a panic attack.
Blinking eyes seem to see through me,
but I don't know if they'll like what they'll see.
YOU ARE READING
Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
