Round, Round ,and Away I Go

Cycling through it
That's how I do it
Living & Dying
I probably already blew it
I knew it
Straight to it
A meal made and I
Chew it
Going up and then down
Like there ain't nothing to it

Cycling round
My smile's a frown
Got up off the ground
And I can't lay back down
I can't get unwound
I'm perpetually found
You can call me a clown
And still I won't make a sound

Cause the cycle's still going
Like water it's flowing
There's bills that I've paid
But some I'm still owing
Still I'm here growing
But I ain't never knowing
You can force me away
Like a hurricane blowing

Cyclical thoughts
Here in my head
And I deal with the damning
I deal with the dread
I'll rest when I'm able
But that'll be when I'm dead
Spinning my wheels out
Speeding and SPED
The wheelhouse is grinding
But I'm keeping my head

Pride is the sin
And I'm just the sinner
Making my way
Making my dinner
Playing with fire
And I'm just a beginner
This frown on my face
Says that I'm just a grinner

Moving through thoughts
Tied up in emotions
Sailing on all of the
Cascading devotions
Drowning in waves
Here adrift in my ocean
Pride is the anchor
To which I'm helplessly holding

~The Snowdog