loose change in poetry

it feels like everything around me
is in a fevered state of flux
everyone is cracking up
getting fucked
moving in
moving up
breaking down
moving out
flipping out
signing in
sleeping around
going to town
winding down
shacking up
giving in
doubling down
selling short
traveling long
singing goodbye songs
moving on
everyone but me
everyone else is
going places
up or down
while I'm spinning wheels
in the same old town
and I'm left to wonder