Progress

Youthful minds turn

Round and round like a gymnast

On a rough day.

We collide with

Sweat and tears, hoping someone

Will say to us -

"Give up. Give up" -

But never quitting ourselves.

We look like fools

But still craving

The failed attempts and pain.

So we keep on

Turning and Turning and Turning.

Turning till blood

Flows from our veins - asking in

Wonder: "Is this 


my own?"

Is this my own...