slow down, you're moving too fast.

sometimes i make myself sick.
i go through ridiculous twists and turns,
in disgusting patterns,
selling myself for a moment in your spot light.
i constantly search for things i don't need,
because i refuse to settle.
but i cant remain stationary when i keep finding another step up.
daily motions like tidal waves,
pushing me through wake & dream.
it never stops,
we just keep rolling.
so once you take that first false step,
once you make that one wrong move,
you trip,
       and you fall,
              and you drag.
i can't help sleeping on the wrong side of my bed at night,
i guess that makes up for lying alone.