Twisting, Writhing

Twisting, writhing, burning, learning,
Highways – day and night maze – every
Dream’s a price, a sacrifice some schlep pays,
Striving, reaching, opting, earning,
Spurning chance, and then returning
To the ribbon of our crazy ways and days
So undiscerning all our yearning,
Constant churning,
Spinning on our slipping fingers
All our red and soapy trays

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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