The world as a merry-go-round
Spinning in my topsy-turvy head
Accusing me of delirium-Doesn't it 'feel' right? WHY doesn't it feel right?
When the lover clips the wings of eternal pleasantries
Brimming in abundance to fall ..
To fall yet once again through a darkening abyss
Am I gifted? Am I demented?
Am I just one more lost soul
Searching for my identity amongst a tumultuous ocean of millions..