Man.... Is this why the Earth Spins?

I've gotten to a point where sitting down and writing is like,

Second nature.

Writing to me,

Is very simple.

What is difficult now,

Is life.

And learning balance. 

Yes this is prosaic, for a reason.

Because life isn't about the art.

Our life doesn't imitate art.

In fact,

It may be that

It imitates us.

Cyclically Spinning.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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