I crater in the thought
of me without you
so as to shudder in the wake
of the early iron youth
I grip convictions
most absolute
Never twice undone
but the spinning is a welcome one,
surragate to the idea of happiness
but my own seems to happen less,
Fished out of chaos
a few years back
only to be belittled
before being thrown back
Thats the way the world spins
and it's axis is a welcome one