Does it...?

Does it change?
Does it ever change?

This swirly feeling inside
Like a whirlpool
That can't decide
To remain cool
Or churn a savage ride.

Does it get better?
Does it ever get better?

The moment of truth
Hangs like a hangman's noose
The motions remain
At snail's pace
Or at the Deafening sound
Of a stallion's hooves.

The spinning top
Needs just one nudge
To find its sweet spot
Or its control to become naught.

The shadows hold stories
Of the past
And of the present
But reflections
Spur forth the now
Unto the future.

Curds and Whey

In all honesty...

What we do
Is all...
Curds and whey!

Expectations
Is what determines
If the curtains are raised
Or the blinds stay.

the other way around

If the sun shines through the rain
Would you chase my blues away?
If the teardrops flowed down my cheek
Would you wipe them away?
And if the memories clouded my path
Would you turn the world upside down,
To switch my frown the other way around?