Around this spinning, twisting, turning, globe
You thought you were the only one
who saw each day; the moon the sun.
Above this spinning, twisting, turning, globe
You thought you were the only one
who, every day had battles to be won.
Beneath this spinning, twisting, turning, globe
You thought you were the only one
who has concern's of our damage done
Beside this spinning, twisting, turning, globe
You thought you were the only one
to see our moral principles undone.
Inside this spinning, twisting, turning, globe
we swirl, we twirl, we wobble, we hobble,
from birth to death; we run and run and run!
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Author Notes
Abstract art poem,
Thank you for the use of "Cracked Egg: by jgrace on FanArtReview.com
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