Michael Peterson (Janesville, Wisconsin)

The world was so perfect
now spinning endlessly, now imperfect
what was grand, now barely stands
As the walls come crumbling down
the doors keep closing, options nearly down
what to do, where to go, will it ever stop
the sun was shining so bright
now the sky so gray and dark
laughter and smiles got to frowns and tears
time flying by, bills just piling
money falling like tumbling fall leaves
mind is wandering, head is pounding
faster, fast the ground is opening
like a black hole sucking up space
where to find answers looking everywhere
down, down the world is sinking fast
have to clear them mind and reorganize
praying for faith and trust
stop this world form spinning and make it prefect