I sit motionless
Condemned to relive a roller coaster ride
Outside the pull of reality.
Back orbiting my space
Projected in front of my eyes
Sharing the same air.
A careful talking man,
With a tired and drawn face.
I thought he was quiet and shy,
In reality; he was usually drunk and hung over.
Those far away looks and glazed eyes,
Fooled us all.
His illegitimate daughter,
A bright and excited face always clean and fresh,
Speaks to him in signs
And blind obedience.
I want to back away and run,
Eject them from memory
While the world is still spinning
And I still have a grip of some
Of my sanity.