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Sunday, 14 April 2013

Spinning Wheels


The trains of thought that thunder in the night
Rattle down the tracks, twisting wrong from right
Pulling me this way and that, never quite sure
That the destination I reach will be secure
Safe at a way-point of a sheltered haven
Or stranded alone in my isolation
The end of the journey, so far from the beginning
I open my eyes, and the wheels keep on spinning

© F Martin
2013