Caught

Caught amidst the spiderwebs
in the hallways of my mind
looking at fading portraits
pulling curtains back and aside.

Time travels so sporadically
when confined by swarming thoughts
sometimes slow and sometimes fast
snails and lightning both.

I'm feeling a little queasy
all this spinning going round
stop and go, speed up then slow
I want off this crazy ride.

But even if it stopped
long enough for me to jump off
I'm not one for living vicariously
I'd be begging to jump back on again.