up and down
round and round,
we go.
spiral—
we run in circles,
downwards
towards oblivion.
shall we hold on?
my head,
my heart—
they're saying
conflicting things.
so, shall we hold on?
you asked
will the sun rise tomorrow?
i asked.
shall we hold on?
again,
you asked.
can this world
stop spinning?
this keeps me
wondering.
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