Round and around
Spinning in a linen
No one never found
Living in a ribbon
Rivers of silk widen
Wanna fill their inning
Living ever prouder
Minions of the million
I sit in my fine sidden
Riddles killing my thought
Sinister ceiling reeling
Close than I ought
To be in spaces tighter, flee
An exit is in sight for me
The insights I despite of me
Come to enlighten a might indeed
Sometimes frightening
These sightful things
Sights in the cycle
Spiteful yet I like all
That lives with me
For me, by me, beside me
Surrounding |