The Earth Spins Around

A piece about a glance around at my world.

  THE EARTH SPINS AROUND

I look up at the endless sky, so blue,
with cotton white clouds flowing through.
The earth spins around,
even though, I am bound.

I look down at the earth so worn,
but with every budding seed, it is reborn.
The earth spins around,
even though, I am bound.

I look around at all the determined faces,
and wonder why they keep such obnoxious paces.
The earth spins around,
even though, I am bound.

I look within to find my truth, as dark as it may seem,
and in my eye, a sliver of hope begins to gleam.
The earth spins around,
even though, I am bound.

I look closely at the world and how it all comes together with love.
Then I realize, I can now embrace my inner-peace, my inner dove.
The earth spins around,
even though, I am no longer bound.