One Lost night
by Annali m Allen
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
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- The world spins and spins
With flashing colors, lights, and faces.
And with the volume turning to 10,
It all seems to mix together,
And losing me in the center of it.
At first you start in the center,
And slowly as It steals the setting sun.
You come aware of what your surroundings have become.
And your world starts to spin.
A new centrifugal force that you were not aware of comes into the picture. It starts slow. So that you would not be afraid. But then you are stuck, because It was all a trap.
Now as It starts to spin faster and faster, you are forced to the side. Out of your center, and out of your perspective. Every thing has changed and you must readjust. Because if you donít, you will forever be lost never able to be free.
Can you tell me why? . . .I am now forced to change! I never wanted to change on anyone elseís accord, Only my own. But Iíve cheated my self out of this one. This spinning force has affected me more than I could have ever dreamed.
Still I am farther away from my center. And I am getting closer and closer to the darkened corners of this spinning mass. Where dose this end? Is there an exit sign? If there was one, itís too dark to see it.
I might as well be blind, for this spinning world has pulled so far to Its sides. And now all I want it out, back to my center.
The grasp that It had on the sun has slowly been loosened, and the sun is no longer falling. As I identify this phenomenon, my world seems to slow.
And now even able to see, My exit sign is in sight. At this I jump, and hope it is the way off this ride, because it has lasted way to long.
And now when I look back, the only way to describe the time I spent while the night stole the sun is:
- The world spun and spun
With flashed colors, lights and faces,
And the volume turned to 10,
It all seemed to mix together,
And me lost in the center of it.