"we keep going round and round and
round and round and ..."

a longstanding labyrinth.
i promised once,
a long time ago,
and i forgot to change
the circumstances of my
dedication,
subservience
(i forget to protect myself).
the status quo.
that's what we've become,
this addition that equals
a number someone gave
significance to
as we slept as babes
in separate wombs.
one eats, one starves,
the see-saw never rests
and my eyes have lost belief
(i lie, i believe until my insides twist
and i am not human).
who's the saviour?
this time, who will cower
and who will save the day?

"we keep going round and round and
round and round and ..."