into the thread

Again and again Jumping into that thread For nothing to come out At the other end Again and again The words they flow and flow Barely ever to Barely ever through For nothing to come out Barely ever to return through my window Again and again There is so much to feel An ocean to expect But its an ill fitting I pick up my distraction and I turn it round inside my hands Again and again Jumping into that thread For nothing to come out At the other end Again and again The words they flow and flow Barely ever to Return through my window Again and again There is so much to feel An ocean to expect But its an ill fitting I pick up my destruction and I turn it round inside my hands The feeling of contempt It is so far away I wonder how it will taste When next to it I lay Again and again Again and again