you wheeled around, started to spin, you could not slow 
it down, and all the flashy shit you can't stand finally 
chased you off.
...off to clean ground, in a cartoon whirlwind sound it 
would then be gone.
come forward
you're growing taller

move still onward and up
but you cover that wheel with the sound
And it took so many hours
the malaise untouched, runs it all
i don't know what else could fill the hours
curse my nerves, makes sense to worry about times that 
have gone by wrapped to look like blessings, always the 
ones who are in mind could you be on time in an insane 
slide, and when our work is done we are not left holding 
the gun.