Spinning Tops

be aware, accept, adjust and let go

Hundreds  millions of thoughts in my head

Go here, do this, look there

They said

Walking through all the spinning tops

Speed one up, slow one down

From side to side she hops

Over and under, through and around

Bumping her head

Until lost she is found

Next to the rock pools collecting shells

Letting her heart burst

Viciously ringing the bells

She looks at me with a smile

“ I’ve been concurring my trails”

The End

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