Reason Gets Up And Leaves...

The dark wheels are spinning in his head,
making him disagree with everything including himself.
Reason is sitting to his left but he refuses to hear that.
I, as a voice of fellow confusion, seem to be more creditable.
At least for the moment...
The wheels spin and spin, the darkness growing and building upon its self.
Reason speaks once again,
it is not heard...
I don't think it can be.
The spinning of the wheels are just to loud.
In idleness there is nothing else to listen to.
In sitting still there is no where to go.
In giving in there is only more anger to feed the wheels...
Reason gets up and leaves, it wasn't being heard anyway.
So I try to sit with him who spins the wheels
and try to avoid the echo of the spinning in my head...