on my sick mind

 Whatever it says,
Whoever it touches -
It's just a result
Of the man's lonelyness.


Turn. Another turn... This world is turning. We found it out long time ago, everyone knows that the whole world is turning! Nobody knows - around whom?..
Again and again... Black colour replaces yellow, White Sphere comes up instead of Yellow ball, mind condition changes from wake to dreaming. And we take an active part in all of those metamorphoses, and don't realise how much they change ourselves. Every passing day cuts a small slice from our sweet and harmonic mental pie, each landing night brings a strange silence. I never paid attention, untill someone had showed me the Milky Way.
I'm turning my head to the sign of the time-hand rotation. I'm carrying the Universe on my finger-tip, but find myself a small grey dot on a clean sheet of paper.
You never know what your next step is, but already trying to justify the results if it's wrong step or praise yourself - if it's successful attempt. But any step you make - no matter right or unhappy - just leads you along the Milky Way. Your own one.
Circle. Another one. One more circle on an eternal turn. Like a Great Loop...
And somewhere in future time had finished and world had stopped turning. It's a shame I didn't see that moment.