The stillness of my patience is losing inertia,
I wish there was a moment I could relive and rewind,
And there was the long due walk I promised myself,
and of disappearing that I would use as rebound.
A few friendships that are hurting now,
a few memories that I have yet to discard,
I am in the ferrous wheel of desires,
and its only inches away from the ground.
I write so I can feel,
semblance of thoughts is fading away,
its mechanical the truth of the threads in my head,
and there is one last lap of that merry go round.