Left behind in the moment
'someday' what's been flowed
before I knew it changes it's shape,
turns around and comes back to nowhere.
I forget something when I know new things
as I get confused by certain things I already know.
I'm in the middle of unfamiliar place when I realise
I'm turned around there, outside my voice.
If I can manage to spin perfectly at the corner
'someday' I would change, even.
The moment of a crow getting dressed,
I'm turning around and around and disappearing.