the world is spinning
slightly slower
than normal

or i am flying
faster than my mania
can comprehend

no matter which way
i tend to travel
it is always against stream

trying to fall back into
dream where she smiles
and all my broken heals

instead i sputter out
exhausted from waging a war
with no hope of winning

a collusion of disparate woes
in a scarred caricature
of a human feebly being