I’ve this spinning top inside me
Spinning far too fast.
It sparks in all directions,
Each spark hits home a truth,
I can no longer handle,
And bearance is a memory.
Blinkered, blind and bottled,
Where is tomorrow when
There’s nothing inbetween,
No understanding, no wanting.
Too much is wrong but
My resistance is gone.
A breeding ground for more
Of less, self denying, self consuming.