confucious

By Dawn Good

When the world turns so fast it stops,
That is where I am now,
So many things that need to be done but there's too much effort required.

I see them as they spin around never sure of when they'll stop,
Like a train that has been run off the tracks,
I hold on tight as it speeds right by wondering why I always am underneath.

It is said that life goes on,
And i believe them,
The only thing they don't dare to tell is just when and where it will stop.

God only knows,
And I'm sure he doesn't care,
How on this great green world I'm supposed to stop and just ride from here to there.

Written by Dawn Good

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