Dizzy
Chills interrupt me
Course of thought changes
Don't understand what I see
As the whole world rearranges
I squint to get a clear look in
Which transforms with every blink
Like a seconds glance is risky sin
As sight moves from scene to scene
Moments move and muses disappear
My expectations are erased
I question if I'm at fault here
But I sense it's just misplaced
September 2010
Copyright © Destiny Budd | Year Posted 2010
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