Spokes

The sun dips down past another day,
Nothing new to feel,
Nothing new to say,
Another empty riddle that I tried to solve,
Like a big brown rat crawling in the walls.
I never kept track of the reasons I frown
A glass of water and the meds are down,
Not sure why bother when the end’s in sight,
You can argue with Death but can you fight?
The wheels are turning from bottom to top,
And I just hope they don’t ever stop,
It’s as likely I’ll be in the sky as stuck in mud
Either covered in glory or slick with blood

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