It seems the world
Gets spun
Like a
Ball of
Yarn,
Waiting to be unraveled.
We spin and we spin,
And soon we'll be all out of
Yarn,
But we keep
Knitting
And wishing
For more
To appear,
Oh
Darn.
We plant
And
We
Pray.
We love and we
Say it.
We live and we
Learn.
But why is it we keep
Pulling the strings,
Hoping to play
The
Puppet
Master?
We cannot
Take
The world by the reigns.
It's not a bull,
It's the Earth
You see,
But our kids may see
A different
Sea.
One that was consumed by
You
And
Me,
Not the blue
And clear
That the sailors
Traverse,
But a cesspool of yarn
We call
A
Ball
Of
Trash.
Litters are for cats,
Not littering.
Loiter but don't
Litter,
And don't be a quitter.
Stay around
And
Help.