Motion

Am I standing still
Or twirling around
Stationary
Or racing faster than sound

Hard to know
Everything's such a blur
Seems my heart and mind
Can't concur

Pacing, chasing
My tail all the while
No hint, or a glint
Of the tiniest smile
Lost in the depths
Of passion and emotion
Stuck forever
In perpetual motion

Speedo says sixty
But I feel I'm in reverse
Tortured and teased
By an unending curse

Circumstances
Are just bringing me down
Like I'm walking on quicksand
When I want firmer ground

Pacing, chasing
Myself all the time
No hint, or a glint
Of safety in rhyme
Lost in the depths
Of passion and emotion
Stuck forever
In perpetual motion