Our World
Our world
is out of control spinning faster and faster
every single day.
Some days feel as though the world is
swallowing me alive.
With all the pushing, shoving,r rushing
yelling, shooting, killing.
Most times there is scarcely time to
slow down or stop to take a breath.
I wonder how I can help me with all this
spinning out of control?
Inside me I have a special room I retreat to.
there all is quiet filled with kitties, silly
and soft things.
There my mind can rest, my faith gets
refreshed, and renewed I let it all go.
The world
can keep going on as fast as it wants but
without me in it.
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