Dazed

Sometimes I feel so full of some sort of emotion that I feel kinda dizzy with it, and the outside world gets blurry. Yes I meant to put a comma there. Anyway here’s Wonderwall.

I was dizzy for a while.
The world distorted as I went about
my daily chores.
Empty, it seemed,
of cares I should have paid to my surroundings.

I was in love with the pendulum swing,
the lean of the axis,
the subtle
stumble of my step.

I was late,
terminally exhausted.
I was
alive back then.
The void embraced me in its whirlwind dance.

There was no answer to be found.
No lesson to be gleaned.
Just my fragile head flirting
with the hard pavement.
A thrilling joy
in vertigo.