Calice
Poetry
Madiown archive

Dime.

Feels likeRoad to nowhereI wake upIn another psyche Each and every dayEverybody wants to have its own

It's not about being indecisive no more.

Why am I always hereRight back to startWhen I thought the round was already mineGuess that round was a dimeWaiting for its next toss aroundI have nothing left to say for now