On-the-go poetry entry #5

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Spiraling

Lost when you're home
Where your mind ends and the clouds start

Home when you're lost
Rolling in and so dark

Ready to go with nowhere to be
Sit with your key in the ignition

Nowhere to be but ready to go
Idling while idle

Turn on the radio
Storm rages around you

Is this what life has become
The answer lies within the eye

Spiraling towards the sky


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