how it burns
how it drives us all
in circles
spinning madly
so bravely insane
racing along the tracks
daring us to derail
then we do
fall over
scrape open a knee
or
a old wound
that had never healed
blood drizzles down
languidly
slack
then
times halts momentarily
a breather – hopefully a stop
yet
after all the turmoil
the inconvenience
of turbulence
living, breathing, feeling
we hop on again
perhaps
we’ll hold on tighter
this time
maybe
we won’t hold on
at all

KH