Inside the spiral

There’s no time to pretend so I pretend there’s no time and if it ends at the end then the problem’s all mine.
this is all that I have to defend what I have and what I have I’ll defend with the time I pretend I don’t have.
we all make allowances for life’s little disturbances, we all make believe it’s alright.

eight lives gone and the other hangs on by a thread,

I used to have it in my head that I would live forever,
that I’d never go down to the valley of the shadows
but they crept up on me when I wasn’t looking.

but being forward thinking
I look upon sinking into the abyss
as a blessing, don’t want to miss
an opportunity
that comes only once in a lifetime.

not yet though
there’s too much to do
too much of you to
discover, to
touch upon

will be a long time
I am in no

© 2018, John Smallshaw.