We’ve spun out of control.
So I heard it said.
It did not start this way,
but here we are in the
spin-cycle.

We start with a spin
around the room,
a fun look as babes
at the world so
beautiful, so small.

We spin for the joy
of disorientation
as we stumble
and fall about,
still growing.

We spin for love
in the ever-blessed
dance-of-life for
which it is perfect
to celebrate.

We’ve seen the world
and room spin
as we take fun and
celebrating a bit
farther than advised.

But the spin we can
really do without
is imposed by those
who deceive in their
sucking whirlwind.

They spin so fast
they confuse the
momentum of the top
as stability.  But it
surely is wobbling.

When it crashes,
losing power against
the resistance
of truth it will
spew out a mess.

However, in the end,
the world will spin-on
unchanged no
matter how we
or they tried to spin it.