Wrote this quite some time ago in a semi-conscious state of about 10 minutes, but here goes:

Heads turned ‘round,
Words spill forward.
Too fast, too fast -
Too fast for comfort.

Faces at the dawn
We bask in the illusion of straight lines;
Gliding slowly, gently
Ahead, with our myopic vision.

Hands etched with guilt,
We deny the facts lying ahead;
But be careful - Dodge, now,
Before they hit us all!

Legs racing, sprinting,
We turn, we swerve, as we continue
Speechless in our heavy
Chains of logic.

With our reddened eyes
We say nothing,
With our words,
We say everything;

As we continue
Forgetting our purpose;
Spinning, in endless
Circles.

Labels: Compositions, Poetry