Some spiral staircases
Go as they should
Some go in circles
Some days it means much less
To be unclothed
My brain unfolding
May this illusion take me in
To the circle where
Clear paint is smeared across their skin
And no one knows it's there
Bad dreams, they come and go
Or sometimes stay
They're lousy company
Unweavable are we
The endless few
With something to get through
May this illusion take me out
Over the bridge tonight
I worry you'll push me in
