Revolve

The world still turns,
My mind relays me back to the day,
the minute, the hour, the second.
An instant.

There is just this.
An apology for a theft
No end in sight,
endless ocean night

Versify me,it claims
turn me into songstress' seams
the medusoid rock theme
mirrors to myself.

And now it seems like a hundered years away,
a hundered years hence
i might think twice about it.
Or perhaps more than twice.