I Know

I live in the consequence
The burnt rustic of existence
I am at home in the shrubs
Of the seasons of transition
I almost don't have time
For the you of now
I don't want the isolation of
Again

The fall promises a winter
Of no more
Do I have to look into cleavage
Of endless love
Again and again
Stop the Ferris wheel
I'm done with the go around
No more
Again

Please how do I stop it
Is it simply a question
Of getting it right
Please I have no concept
I can't do this again
The Farris wheel of love
Is spinning me into insanity
Again