up the down staircase

in a circle

up the down staircase

running in circles chasing my tail

rerunning another episode of groundhog day

trying to skim on the water without a sail

constantly getting in my own way

reaching for the stars without any arms

singing the blues to a house of the dead

searching for the clock in a room full of alarms

should be slamming the door closed instead

out of breath climbing the staircase with no end

when the only way that it goes is down

keeping my eyes closed trying to pretend

wearing the mask and the tears of a clown

the odds of completion like Custer's last stand

trying to understand the reason of risk and reward

counting the good things with only one hand

playing solitaire with a deck missing one card

Gomer LePoet ....

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I can absolutely understand this one. Especially running in circles chasing my tail. (if I had one) lol Seems this last few months has been like that.
Now the good things I actually need more than one hand to count them. Maybe I use both hands and both feet. lol
I can understand this one and certainly dont blame you for slamming the door closed. Locking it and throwing away the key. lol
Wonderfully rhymed poem with meaning

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Loved this, loved the last stanza, cute enjoyable read.