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
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 5:32 PM UTC
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
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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