The Record Spins Poem by Marijke McKinney

Apathy sings a horrid song
Tip toes upon cracked floorboards
A steady balance of love and hate
The empty thoughts float on

Wheels rolling until the engine breaks
Oh its waiting for the cliff to fall
Rusty screws pinned in the mind
Dull pastels fill the white wall

Heads drooped like flowers
Step they go this way
Step they go that way

The record spins
Hand me another
The paralyzed never win
I want to be happy

Straighten the line
Oh I wanna get lost in my mind