the cycle

[girlystar]

Slipping, tripping, falling
falling into heaven
slipping past hell
through man
then to the perfection they call woman
no time present
no past remembered
the cycle curls on
I take a second to breathe
I have not done that in a while
My mind takes over
wondering wandering
alone but not quite
I slip back in to this thing they cal;l reality
I fall back in but not to stay