Surrounded in the Key of B Flat

Posted by on Oct 12, 2014 in Poetry, Words

Surrounded in the Key of B Flat

Running like a fool.

In a circle.

The same circle.

Huffing and puffing.

Pushing and shoving.

The same steps through
the same life.

Looking different,
but actually
the same.

The same day, the
same outcome.

Each night, the same.

Lifeless in bed,
surrounded in
the key of b flat.

Then up again, and
running like a fool.

In a circle.

The same circle.

Oh shit.