Spinning in Circles

short poem

The world is too big.
It spins too fast.
I’m running in circles,
Because straight lines can’t last.

But just when I’m about to fall
You take hold of my hand
And steadied by the gaze of your eyes
I feel I’ll never have to move again

The world becomes smaller
And everything slows
I could spin in circles forever
As long as you never let go