Humming Top Poem by Tan Pratonix

This is the world that I live in
Spin, spin, spin, spin;
Round and round and round and round
With a monotonous sound,
Through the dizzy centuries,
Whirling - will it never cease?
Non-stop, non-stop,
Revolving like a humming top.

Through the ages round and round,
Creeping slowly, not a bound;
Through a flood of giddy wars,
When peace has failed through fickle laws;
Through the damp and dusty days,
Down the old miasmal way -
Till it falters, swoons and rolls
In a circle to its goal.