Twister
Cocooned in this mad, mad world
Indecisive decisions now rapidly unfurled
People continually swapping side’s
Contortionists we have all become
Feet and hands fully stretched out
People above me
People below me
People to each side of me
Squashed and squished
A foot on a blue circle
A hand stretched out to a red circle
A hand on a yellow circle
I feel unbalanced as I tilt left and right
Tipping forward and backwards
I am vying to hold my grip
I cannot slip
I’m cocooned in this mad world of daily confusion
Sometimes illusion and delusions
Every day vying for a solid straight path
Yet, every day we play our own version of Twister
It feels like my mind is a contortionist with too many twists and turns
I just want a normal world
Instead I’m cocooned in a mad, mad world
Unfortunately, there is no exit door
Only a white plastic slippery sheet with many red, yellow, green and blue circles
A dice thrown, playing Twister yet again
Or is it just jeopardy
Toria
23/7/2022
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