Spinning

As I sit before you,
Slicing my heart
For you to see inside it-
I spin a web of lies
Over the hole of truth.

When we spun round
In circles and squiggles,
Down on the grass hill.
We danced with the blur
That we knew would end.

I saw a cave of bats,
Sleeping in the day,
Circling out in the night,
Preying and mating.

We played musical chairs.
There were many bad songs,
And only one winner.

The clock's hands were never so out of reach.

I rowed the boat with calluses,
In the middle of the river,
As I stood up- it turned over.

We played that song
Looped infinitely in our head
Till we could feel nothing else
Till we wouldn't forget.

In a the distance the seven ages,
Gurgling, Smirking and Happy,
Crying, Bickering and Sad
Between themselves,
Didn't know I was watching.

We should have gone home,
When our hearts ached and heads spun.
As we drank to get sucked in the storm,
We knew we would fall head first
Into the hole we had uncovered.