The Floor

The floor feels like it draws me toward

The center of this flying sphere.

Tired of moving back and forward,

I let my body settle here.

I wish that I could do and do,

As I see others pushing through.

Yet I have limits firmly set.

I’ll rest and hope to start anew.

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Spinning Wheel

The journey never ending

Often feels like false contending;

A spinning wheel that never rolls.

Yet I know this wicked stress

Results from all our busyness;

And this thought my soul consoles.

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