My life

it spins

it does not flow

I wake each day

In vertigo

My books

keep spinning ’round

my head

I watch them

but they can’t be read

I close my eyes

then spins my mind

as if it has a key to wind

But ah

at last

the room stands still

But spin again

I know it will

Will we be back

when we are gone?

As someone else?

Do we live on?

Why are we here?

No scholar knows

Instead it’s theories

They have chose

Are babies born

to hold old souls?

that need to learn

and reach their goals?

Are souls

the tinker bells of light?

Just energy

in constant flight?

Are we really where

we think we are?

Or just reflections

of each bright star?

I fell into

the inner space

behind the facade

of my face

in search of all

I used know

not sure

which way that

I should go

I floated like

an astronaut

in weightlessness

I touched

each thought

and then

I realized

my past

was coming

towards me

very fast

like galaxies

the years flew by

too hard to catch

at least I tried

and when I

opened up my eyes

I watched them fade

to my surprise