Spin.

Oh, to be a child.
To spin like a top.

Round and round.
To fall only to get back up
And spin again.

Only this time, faster.

Laughing as the world whirs by,
At speeds that make everything
Whiz past your eyes.

That moment your mouth
Dries up with each pant of
Breath.

You stop as dizziness devours
You, yet everything keeps spinning
Without you.

Innocence the only thing
You know, young at heart and
Immune to judgement.
Of others, who pass you by.

Those who for your benefit,
Will forever remain unknown.

Catch your breath, spin once
More.

Like a top, spin and never slow.

- Alexandra Pierotti.