Pacing the halls of my mind

Searching for the door

That might give voice

To this discomfort

But each room is locked

Or filled with

Too much

Chaos

There is no sense to make

When you are

Orbiting the sun

Saturn, encompassed

By its own glorious

Rings

Trapped in the center

Unable to be

Anything else

But everyday

Reminded

That without them

I may just

Float away

And so I do the dance

Round and round

Closing the doors within

Shouting at

Myself

That the rooms will

Someday

Be empty

We all spin

But in sync

And our paths are

As simple as

Gravity