Aug
1
It always
comes back
for you
like clockwork
a timetable
the train rolls around
again
full circle
lap complete
in a race
that’s ongoing
with no end in sight
got my city head back on again
face in a crowd
person in a cavern
of buildings
arching up
real high
like fingers
trying to touch
something celestial
I mumble something
unimportant
no relevance
at all
