The Funnel

Long ago I entered slow, Plenty time for me to grow, Far above I started round, Circling to down below. At the top I had no bound, Being far up from the ground, Feeling now with my descent, T ’was a faster speed I found. Round and down I further went, Something now it would prevent, Downward sloping, thus remained, Not a way for an ascent. Down below, I felt constrained, Tighter circles that I gained, Being now, far from the top, Almost near the spot it drained. Out the hole that I did pop, Followed by a quicker drop. Then again as if to stun, I came to a sudden stop. What I found when I was done, Others that had also spun, Varied paths that we would go, Before we funneled into one.