Roundabouts
By May W
wake up, smile, sleep, repeat.
doing fine just fine totally fine absolutely fine,
I say to myself as the reflection begins to alter.
breathe in all that I want,
exhale all that I can.
wake up, smile, sleep, repeat.
look out the window,
world war 4 blaring in the background.
the ringing in my ear begins,
did a gun go off or is that just me?
wake up, smile, sleep, repeat.
you the girl with black holes for eyes, how are you still here?
should you not be laying at the bottomless pit we dug,
or floating endlessly out of consciousness.
Why still wake another morning if you already know of today’s calendar?
wake up, smile, sleep, repeat.
can you tell me where I stand,
or must I ask the man on the moon.
for he seems the only fit being to exist,
yet my only friend that I can’t even reach with success.