Too many worlds passing me by

Too many worlds passing me by

what a rush!

a whirlwind of mind

a mass of confusion

unsettled in my crib I’ve become

a quaking of the soul

going by the way, I move away

finding quiet, finding solace

within the enclosure of life

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