Watching the floor move,
Looking at the rough rocks so smooth,
thinking of everything back wards,
Making myself seem like a slacker,
So if this poem sucks thats why,
Wondering if I should run slowly away,
It's the middle of the might but i thought about it today,
I'm going to scream very quiet,
Hoping not to start a riot,
Knowing that I'll be OK,
I think about this everyday,
My clock says 1:40 A.M.
Waiting for it to say 1:29,
So i can backtrack whats going through my mind,
I'm going to end this poem with the beginning,
And give it a beginning thats never ending...
I know this one is weird too but please vote and comment...
