June 2, 2011
By , Oshkosh, WI
Your world twists around like a spiral staircase.
I use an eraser to permanently forget the past.
You think about that one day in spring,
Bright golden yellow sun,
Beaming down, setting, on a purple tulip
Over the horizon of the hill.
A big black and yellow bumble bee buzzes by
lands on the flower
trying to make it blossom
The bee ends up sucking the life right out of the poor tulip.
Realize life is wasting away
You feel just like that flower.
Your world has crashed and
end up falling down that spiral staircase.

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