An anxious calm, shaking me still
This emptiness has had its fill
It's too late to be early
But at least I'm here now
Because the traffic in my head
Won't ever slow down
I am an Island
Yet I live in this town
Where I'm left losing
Somehow wrong is always right for
the choosing
It has me going fast and getting nowhere
With an abundance of nothing
I'm heading backward and running
Destination....been there before
Making the future
A thing of the past
I'll always come first
In a competition of who comes last
The science of it isnt exact
Its just my life and these are just facts
©miramask
M