A Poem by Tayler

I'm spinning in circles for the sake of the world


Turning circles again

In the middle of everything

No one's paying attention

And I'm turning cirlces


No one seems to care

About the world around them

They're just living the lie

Other people made for them


They're so oblivious to everything

Brainwashed into what someone else thinks

They're loosing control

Simply giving up


And so I spin

As they walk past

Too wrapped up to ask a girl

Why she's spinning


If a lies all they know

How can they claim realism,

How can they claim it's for the greater good,

How can they saw we need this?


Who gave them control

Over lives of people they don't know,

How can they claim that this is what god wants

How can they? 


So you may ask,

Why I'm spinning in circles,

I don't know the answer myself,

But I will continue to spin

Until someone wakes up

And spins with me

© 2009 Tayler

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It appears I must learn to do a pirouette.
I imagined the crowded street and people brushing shoulders
as they pass by. It reminds me of how Lacey Mosely spins and spins
in Concert.

Posted 9 Years Ago

i need to hang onto you as a friend, you get this whole life situation figured out and you do care a lot about people. don't let others take that part of you for granted or advantage, and by the way... a freind needs to bring you out of the circle not spin with you. it's one of those thngs "a partial friend bails you out of jail, a true friend sits next to you in the cell going, we messed up but hey we had fun doing it."

Posted 11 Years Ago

this is reality, this is life i wish people would care more and be willing to help others out. fantasitc dear! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on August 28, 2009
Last Updated on September 22, 2009



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