A dream spent a day on

The burn of prickling vines

As I once again hit the ground

Circles

And circles

Around the ring I go

Until I create a way out

Sleeveless

Open

But yet never alone

Walking feels like

Walking on glass or

On thorns of roses

I had smothered too quickly when

They hadn’t bloomed

Just one more minute

Just one more round

Just one more circle

Until the ice becomes snow

And snow into mist

Just once more

Will I go round