Stirring, whirling, spinning glass
Round and round we go
When the exit comes around
How am I to know?
Twirling, blurring, rolling walls
Tummy feeling weak
Dizzy head and knocking knees
Opening I seek!
Slowing, stopping, getting off!
Happy to be free!
Revolving doors are meant for those
With fearless pedigree.
Copyright ©2004 Lori Lee Nelson