Going spirals in these twisting coils
They’re turning,swirling,on,on
Restless,unending,seemingly infinite
Turning to shades of every possible and improbable colors
Bright,dim,glittery,low,high are they
Making me anxious,ecstatic,weak,drowning
Deadly,frightening is their pace,I’m scared
Feeling hopeful,lost,weird,wanting
Doubtful if I’ll last till they end
In lightening speed they quicken
My poor self,petrified,drained,devitalized
Horrid traffic,noise in my head,thoughts in my ears
Need to stop,need to continue
Scribbles and Rambles 