topsy-turvey

tonight it all spun and swam through the mess of cars and streetlights. these mid-fall rains have a way of melting and distorting, the street lamps smeared across the streets. nothing seems to be in clear focus. i'm being spun, and i guess that is what we all look for in life. someone to turn us around and give us that first day of school light-headedness. in all the epic stories and in all of the epic songs it is cut apart, making sets of artwork carefully laid separately. in reality, we do not spin horizontally, but with more of a wavering motion. up and down and around and around we go until the world blurs topsy-turvey on these marry-go-rounds. there is no common sense right now, now careful regard for the actions we all try and take. the plans we never intend to break get made, but then discarded, children's playthings scattered about the yards of our lives. for minutes it seems unbreakable, a good upswing that will surly catapult you from your position and through the heights you have never known. the empty air we never try and brave. then with a drastic suddenness it is all laid back down, and the crash into the sun-baked soil seems imminent. thoughts freeze, and the world is ending just in time for us to launch back towards the top of the world once again. up and down and around and around. eventually we fall, the spin gets too much for our heads and we either land together in the soft grass of romance or fall separately into the hard dirt of reality. nothing but a few battered bones and skinned knees. red badges that mark us unfit for the battles which still lie ahead of us. the bruises fade and the scabs fall away and with each passing moment we start striving for a new day. a new friend. a new anything to put us back in motion. up and down and around and around.