Spinning around
Like a plate.
It was gonna topple
But it stayed
Only just
Didn't go crashing to the ground.
Such a fragile state
It bobs up and down
From the happy to the sad
And the good and the bad.
Sometimes I wish it was gone.
It would be so easy,
Just a slight nudge
And it would go.
I would go.
But no one would notice
Thta we had gone
Because of the thick smog
That mostly covered us both.
(c) 2002
L. Brown