Sometimes I am a spinning top
Unstable and severe
And sometimes I’m a paper weight
Static and austere
I’m always on the desk of life
Peering off the edge
Or reading scribbled papers
While I spin around the ledge
But I proclaim there is no fate
Or if there is, I couldn’t know it
I can slink and sprawl
Or spin and fall
Or maybe just forego it.
Copyright © 2018 – Adam Light
I run from the setting sun
and hide in the cerebral night.
It will try again tomorrow
to catch me in the light.
Until then, though, I’m fine,
and I’ll pretend I have no foe.
The darkness is a haven,
lighted by familiar glow.
When the morning comes
and I’m chased by beams of terror,
I’ll look upon my long shadow
and ponder my strides of error.
stumbling, mumbling, falling down
sleeping, dreaming, waking frown
thinking, seething, living through
blinking, shrinking, responding to
floating, laughing, building afar
vaulting, halting, dying star
tripping, gripping, sitting back
breathing, leaning, shifting track