I feel the world a turning
Though my feet have left the ground
My head is in a whirlwind
Stress tumbles thoughts around
A hurricane’s a brewing
I can feel my sanity slip
As my world, it is careening
Vulnerable footing without a grip
Shall I nosedive to obscurity
Headlong into a dark abyss
My uncertainty is my downfall
Erratic madness is amiss
Shall I speed to catch a ride
On Earths traumatic spin
Or glide along to my own song
Standing still where time has been
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