As the World Slowly Floats By

As The World Slowly Floats By. On the back of the turtle, the world does roam. Twisting and turning through a galaxy unknown. How far will it go? Only time will show. It is one of those things that we will never know! How could it be that this world was set under me? If there is a explanation then tell it please. What makes me so special to be here, with you three? My mysterious life is teasing me, Just like any other insignificant flea. It floats in its ocean with asteroids and stars, Never retracting her sore and tired arms. On going, and going For ever she goes. Just like the plankton on our crawling stars. I think and drink, write and fight, is it out of spite? Oh someone please relieve me of this cup! There are parts of the world that are not right. Its those thoughts in my head that are eating me up. And just like any fiend, I am losing my might. "Your life is special" I hear some one cry! As the world on a turtles back floats by, Smiles and waves at me. Ok baby boy, its ok to cry! Do not be afraid to jump this hurdle, Because it is one of many portals. Let me help by loosening that girdle, And tell you bluntly that you're the turtle. By Desi E. Sherman