What you are doing
Comes naturally to you
Flying onward
While winded
I stagger behind
Intermittently lurching
Reeling
Faking steps forward
Occasionally even
Cracking a smile
Balancing a full circle
Turn with a black hole
A vacuum inevitable within
Where stuttered necessity
Leads me to disappear
And the call of each sigh
Unearths layers of remorse
Cannonball blows that
Echo in between
Moments of every day
New again
Unequivocally mine
Lose
Or
Win
