Spin Away

Could scribe and bear my soul 

Ready to be said 

on the pages of verses untold

Under no obligation to make sense

it's a theory which I've worked out in silent chaos

in the rhyme, in verse and in hope

Perhaps we ache for freedom 

and the misery keeps us awake 

In the nights we grow and the days we die

Wading away the dismay

All I hope is to love the scattered pieces 

 

All to find my center when I spin away.