“Once I had a love and it was a gas”

I’ve been spinning.

“Soon turned out her heart of glass”

Have I lost my vision?

“Seemed like the real thing, only to find much o’mistrust”

 Are the up’s the down’s?

“Love’s gone behind”

Is the space enclosed or open?

“Once I had a love and it was divine”

I can’t tell.

“Soon found out I was losing my mind”

 Where are my glasses?

“It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind”

Wait I don’t wear glasses.

“Much o’mistrust”

Oh there is someone here. I see him now.

“Love’s gone behind”

Who is he? A stranger? No wait, a lover?

“In between what I find is pleasing and I’m feeling fine”

 No, a figment of my imagination? A fantastical dream?

“Love is so confusing, there’s no peace of mind”

 I am spinning, I know how to spin, I can spin okay!

“If I fear I’m losing you”

 Just stop it!

“It’s just no good, you teasing like you do”

Stop the momentum!

“Once I had a love and it was divine”

Huh? It seems I am spinning on cold, wet, ice.

Maybe the heat from the friction will make a puddle and eventually I will fall in.

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Quotes in purple: 

Blondie’s disco song, “Heart of Glass”.

Text in indigo:

Monologue from a human who can’t stop spinning. 😛 

 

The End.

Thanks.