Around

Around

By Allie Marie


Tell me exactly when we learn to go around.

Life is a game of circles.

We spin until we fall.

At this age we can no longer laugh,

when we have to again learn to crawl.

Now we are told our words should be the same way.

They miss the target everytime.

They take up space missing what is on our minds.

It is not about not caring but caring far too damn much.

We forget how to touch.

Let us be like children again.

We will hold hands and together we will fall.

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