Carpe diem.
Seize the day.
But these days are too predictable.
How can you seize something dropped in your lap?
This polarity has me stationary
until I eventually have no choice but to step in the direction the forces push me.
Away from the things outside of this glass globe I'm forced to dance in.
I have no say when it's wound.
All I know is that when it is,
I dance and spin and smile and twirl.
Half the time even loving it.
But then I wonder the purpose,
and when no one has an answer for me
my smile fades, but I keep on
spinning
twirling
dancing on my axis
Staring out the glass
wondering
Almost wishing
things wouldn't go as planned
Wishing someone would drop me
and the spherical glass would shatter
so I could climb to a place that's
solid and real
silver and black
I'd be weary of the sun
Free from the glass I would find clarity
My eyes would see clearly
everything filled in.