Eternally spinning
round and round I go
the wheels of this car
burnt rubber in air
ow that burns, says I
as I fly down the road
laughing with glee
as I spin through the air
wishing to go only faster
just don't burn my rubber
gliding across this coarse surface
I grab hold
propelling my shell
as I spin through time
spinning out of control
I wish it would never end
as my body slowly melts away
from the hot road
I scream in agony
wanting just to flee
now exchanged for the other new tire
left to expire
for I retire early
my shell now stripped away
missing the wind fly throughout me
just a lonely tire



) I also felt I could relate with the spinning...as sometimes life feels like that’s all I do.
However, that shift I mentioned...without a stanza break or some kind of punctuation...seemed to come very abruptly, and made me have to change gears faster than my mind could properly digest.
It “lost” me for a moment, wondering what (if anything) I had missed.




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