The Act of Rotation
Follow the flow of the wind.
Long days and clocks never say goodbye,
Going in circles watching your whole world spin.
Soft petaled flowers and vibrant butterflies never once sinned,
Gray days and gloomy skies
That follow the flow of the wind.
Warm orange flames creep up on a rusting tin.
Not a bird up above, not a bird to fly
Up high, and go in circles while their whole world spins.
Empty parks, creaking swings, and all lights dimmed
Making everything look incomplete; a hopeless lullaby
Following the flow of the wind.
And what about you? When do you get to see your fluttering fins?
Never a happy face, never a mended tie
While going in circles, watching your whole world spin.
And when you finally lay, fast, flickering photos of your kin
Capturing every bit of your surroundings and what has passed you by.
Follow the flow of the wind.
It may be that the whole world goes in circles while you simply spin.