Round, Round and Round, head goes,
Nor have I been drinking,
But, I stagger still,
Here and there, I see oppositions,
Held my head to note, what is going on.
Amazed, the dim past and future mingle,
Should I move forward or back?
I begin to discombobulate,
In this true and untrue struggle,
Feeble mind wander away.
The body ages relentlessly,
The soul does also,
Stop the motion! I cried….
In my nebulous hopes and aspirations,
Stood, dim slaps the eyes.
Make me cross the fence,
Your diagnosis I seek,
Mine seems to waver, I snored…..
My judgement, they ignored.
But the sky remains Blue,
Swiftly before my eyes,
Tumbling into a disguise, has it emerges,
So bright, I endure,
Looking onward, I reach skyward, the jar dropped.