Years have been crammed into weeks
Weeks with seconds feeling like days
Days that time seemed to get wrong
Not sure what’s next or if next will be far ahead
A desire of silence and a trusted place to lay one’s head
That’s not it because silence keeps the mental vinyl spinning
Not quite sure which side is winning
Reflecting on the what was, what is and what’s to come
Did you know autopilot is like going numb
Wait.. a moment unexpected and loving showed it’s face
Just what I needed to change the pace
Yet Still in the background, a sad song plays
Working and flowing… maneuvering through the days
Virgobeautys World 