The world is my snow globe.
And I am stuck in it.
It spins and it twirls
Round my head and through my bones
Over and over it goes
upwards, downwards and all wards
swirling my thoughts, directing my actions
skewing my perspectives, and righting them again
what I think, what I know, what I need, what I want
my will goes with it, the the eb and flow of the waves
Here I am, there I go, shall I stay? what do I know.
I am here to learn, and to pass on what I can
to perpetuate my life, by the reaping of what I sow
the intentions I have outweigh our social parameters.