Watch the Earth Turn

Eyes to the sky I watch the clouds revolve.

Feet on the ground I seek to evolve.


With each passing turn I feel a greater burn.

My place in this world makes my stomach churn.

Feeling uneasy, feeling queasy,

How I deal with this is not easy.


The earth can’t stop, won’t stop.

You can clean up these emotions with a mop.

Having expelled this sickness,

I look to recover with quickness.


Wiping my mouth I regain my composure.

Back on the path,

In search of closure.

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