Whirlwind
You can’t win quite
As much as you lose
No- not a game, a talk, a song
Everything I’ve experienced
Has stuck with me like a dream
I am a rock in field of moving particles
Left here, without a way
Of course the chances are
stacked against me
When I’m stranded without
A say
It really isn’t you
Or him
Or her
Who dictate this
Mess of a street
Crumbling and falling
Between It’s own cracks
Never knowing when to admit
Defeat
The one thing I’ve learned
From losing at my best
Would have to be that life
Gangs up against you
It’s a whirlwind
That turtles you
In the thrusts of the ocean
To give you
Something to relate to
To learn how to swim
In such an unfortunate mess
Is a skill
That few of us learn
But to learn how to breath
Underneath the sea
Is something only
The wealthy
procure