Turn after turn,
I make more mistakes,
Sometime the only mistake,
Is in the morning, I wake.
Turn after turn,
I regret all I've done,
What have I become,
I have turned gold into none.
Turn after turn,
I see old friends turn their back,
See them fade into black,
And see just how much I really lack.
Turn after turn,
I realize life isn't but a dream,
It never really is all as it seems,
I never do join the right team.
Turn after turn,
My hopes begin to crumble,
My words begin to mumble,
My thoughts begin to fumble,
My mind begins to tumble,
My heart begins to grumble.
Yet everyone around me seems content,
Am I in need of a repent?
Or is it my luck that I've spent?
Either way, turn after turn.
I see my life slowly begin to burn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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