whirling and twirling
my mind spills a mess
upon your ears now
i unnecessarily confess
to every little obsession
every detail that won't quit,
rising and falling,
won't keep quiet for a bit
and stuck in the middle
must be my middle name,
and frozen from fear now
which move next in this game?
so seriously deadly,
or perhaps the other way,
or helping or hurting
what could i possibly say?
do i have a purpose?
do you, does he, does she?
perhaps this confusion
has a meaning as well for me
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