I live my life, terrorized.
terrorized by all the unformed possibilities in my future
terrorized by the absence of previously owned motivation
terrorized by the weakness that invade my soul
Vertigo unleashed and I'm spinning in circles
spinning in so many thoughts that I can't even think
spinning in states of confusion and cities of what ifs
What if the terror was spun, would I come undone?
Am I the one spinning or is it me being spun?
