Life wildly spins It rocks and tilts and wavers And as time tumbles on It grows more and more unstable And with each revolution passed Fewer more will come So each new moment gains new worth As soon its turns are done
Regard these words And know the last will come How will you spend this time Before this wild ride is done? Although it seems it will go on Time will see its end And when it's done and fine'ly falls, It won't be spun again
|Written 2010| *from my Emerge collection, being poem #2.
The original title was "Top", as in the type of spinning toy, but I later thought that title was too broad to pick up on without a picture or context with it to clue people into what I meant by the word "Top", so I changed the name to "Topple" to convey the meaning more accurately.