Whirling

Seasons pass before my eyes
Fly through ever-changing skies
Flowers blossom, breezes blow
Grasses wither under snow

Night is day and day is night
Lightened darkness, darkened light
All is changing, all is lost
Future, past, and present, crossed

Life is spinning like a wheel
Turning, blurring, much too real
Chained in terror, forced to rhyme
Shackled, bound, I'm trapped in time.

-Del