Whirling set of emotions.
Thoughts set to a similar ticking time bomb,
Leaving behind a sense of the known.
But that's always certainty...
More time slips and more confidence falls.
What the hell is wrong with me?
That I meet and greet and never hear again?
Numbers flashing by,
Oh I truly am ashamed.
But I'm trying to make a difference if not only to myself.
It would seem that this life really is full of pigs...
