Twisting and
turning around me
my life is a whirlwind
of days gone by.
opportunities missed
and birthdays forgotten

Of people.
Never seen
Never heard
Of books to have been read
And a bed
that is forever
unmade

Chaos reigns;
ever the monarch of apathy
shining brightly o’er his subjects
Who, too busy, accept him.

                AcB                9.28.30