I'Ll Try

Slowing down inside slowly Whirling wheels spokes run backwards Stillness still repels Imagination still tells stories draining fuel cells Rearrange what matters on the open top of time Wasting it contradicts the flywheel in my mind But it’s slowing and the only fear left standing may be of wheels rolling on again Stress thorn. Your smile successfully beguiles a victim willingly impaled struggling weakly to escape runs it deeper till it fades and leaves a lasting scar What was that for? Perhaps I understand love’s power a little more So blind this mind cannot retain a fraction of the truth explained So light my way Spirit at my side Leave it to me, you say and I’ll try