Tedium continuum

 The sun glints off her feet
And I sit swaying on a perversion
Trying to rein it all in
But the instinct's a beast on its own

The uncertainty cooks up in the hot car
As the jangles churn up a storm
I don't know if I can get past this
Eight years morphed into a life support

The familiarity brings on an uneasy calm
I'm just content tuned to a tide
This day will pass and the next one too
With me just behind still clinging on

Is it all telling on me
Am I the one that was meant
Or just another cog that fits
Turning and spinning
On an invisible pool
Round and round
In stateless rewind
Wound up
Wound up
Wound up
Wound...