get on the train

taking turns is difficult, even for grownups...we all itch for the bat, we all wanna push the kid in front so's we can be closer to the story book...

staring hard at you, i realize this, that we never really stop waiting for our turn. in my mind, you all revolve through my heart, each one of you waiting his turn for the spotlight. And do you realize - i wonder if you know this - that what you revolve around is just me? My ego is the sun and you are the planets that validate my existence.

if you stopped turning for me the universe would fold in on itself and i would disappear