Going around in circles.
Ridges of my cerebral.Back packing burdens. Up and down the crevices of the canyons.Circumed to no emotion.I see.Dusty footprints where there was a ocean.I feel.A desert.Cold and unpleasant. A desert.Sand crystals of regrets.A gust. . . Come to whirl the problems back. And back. In the maze I find safety.Walls blocking them of gettin to me.Me...Me the one needing to be set free.Jailed by barriers higher than the note of C...I.Searching in medidation.for a exit. of which I'm needing.