She placed the spinning world gently at her feet Reached inside the burning core Said aloud to herself not caring who was listening I cannot take this spinning anymore
This old world is changing a bit too fast for me Perhaps I can slow her down a bit She held on tightly with her little hands Yet round and round it went
Despairing not and vehemently determined She quickly tightened up her grip But that old world kept spinning round and round While her little hands began to slip
Realization slowly dawned on her as she lost her grip Felt that old world slipping away We can control some things in our lives However, we cannot always have our way