I stand on this concrete,
feet firmly in place,
yet my soul rises up,
into unseen space.
Here we go again, on the roundabout,
‘tween what I see, and what makes me shout.
One day more of some -ology,
then a little more spirituality.
Should I choose? Should I choose?
Will I win? Will I lose?
No love for this place…
wobbly stance in neutral space.