swirly head time

sitting, lying down, crawling, walking -it's all sore.

can i really be bothered with it all for yet another year -nothing changes, and if it ever does (which, yes, i realise is a contradiction) it's to my detriment.

stupid luck.

used to think that luck didn't exist.

that things were set in stone...or that everything was written in the "book of life" of stars or whateveri used to think...

but now i don't think

it's a scrambled mess in my brain -that is assuming i have one..and just because i have the ability to speak or type or form any kind of sentence doesn't mean i have a brain (I KNOW AN AWFUL LOT OF FOLK WHO ARE ABE TO DO THOSE THINGS AND HAVE NO BRAIN!!)

stupid head.

memories are jumbled.

time is swirled in a big mess and it makes me think of the words to Windmills of Your Mind -is that what that song's about?!!

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind