Racing Thoughts

maybe this is a rock for me to swim around

always getting lost
when i think i’m found
my quietest secrets
a broken record
in surround sound

didn’t i abandon those
when i left that town?

maybe this is another rock
for me to swim around
roses grown from concrete
endure floods before they drown

a deluge of syllables and phrases
of cyclical phases distinct stages
of unfinished thoughts on pages
the streets were interwoven mazes
crazed for days in sharpened hazes

maybe that was the largest rock for me to swim around