The Dip

you wheeled around, started to spin, you could not slow it down, and all the flashy xxxx you can't stand finally chased you off.

...off to clean ground, in a cartoon whirlwind sound it would then be gone.

come forward
you're growing taller
move still onward and up

but you cover that wheel with the sound
And it took so many hours
the malaise untouched, runs it all
i don't know what else could fill the hours

curse my nerves, makes sense to worry about times that have gone by wrapped to look like blessings, always the ones who are in mind could you be on time in an insane slide, and when our work is done we are not left holding the gun.