Last Days Of Karma Rite

Wander in circles until your eyes turn red.
Do you find it haunting or are you simply dead?
I don’t know or I cannot say.
To be truthful I’m confused as can be.
So set me free of this confinement.

Gaze out across the waves from dawn til dusk.
If you do it long enough maybe you’ll start to rust.
Is that true or just a lie?
No way to know so speak a line.
Prophetic as a nail wacked into timber.

Are these damnations?
I wish I knew, I haven’t a clue.
Give me guidance.
No one here, no way to steer.
Headed into blinding fog.
Fear is sharp, ignites my fright.
Last days of karma rite.

Perched up atop Ferris wheel neglected.
My once proud mind has grown so infected.
All thoughts are out, gone to me.
What remains is but empty and mirky.
Sort something before I’m travesty.