WORLD GOES ROUND

The world goes round
'Til it’s upside down
It’s a struggle just keeping both feet on the ground
When it comes back up for another go round
Somehow you’re one lap behind. 

So you grab a new tread
And hanging on by a thread
There’s a fifteen ring circus inside your head
When it comes back round, it’s just as you dread
Now you’re two laps behind. 

If this whirling stampede
Should ever concede
That it wants to consider just what I need
It can back off from its breakneck speed
And darn well … slow down … to mine.

©  Laurie McDonald