wheel in june

the many circles of friends and laughter

grabs a hold of my thoughts and i sense

a shadow that lingers and looks over me

grabbing me like a Angel that fears danger

honk of a horn that awakes me in a cold sweat

and yet the temperture is burning hot

many a drink sits untouched and undrunk

and yet empty bottles of tears and moods

overflow and the spinning motion leaves me

in a haze and i never fully raised my eyes

so the movements continues as I watch from

a window unfazed

fancy on word play

and slow on a lazy day

pushing a car with no gas

and resting on a pillow with no expression

nothing is Air tight