question

"what is circling round in your mind
that thing that won't leave you behind?"

do you think if i fell inside
this whirl
that you would catch me
before i sink?
if i throw my hand upwards
would yours be lowered
to mine
in time?
joke, they tell me it's a joke,
that i'm one of those silly folks
who feeds too much hope
into the unknown,
who tries to sail in a boat
but knows not where she's going.
lost
in fear.
scared and in tears,
unseen, but they're there.
well, i say that i'm just fine.
what's mine is mine,
and the rest i'll somehow find
though they think i'm blind.
do you think you know who i am?
will you be kind
and throw me a line?
will you prove them wrong,
they who think i am gone?
they laugh,
they think i'm mad!
but will you make them ask,
what is circling round in your mind
this thing that won't leave you behind?