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The world is my snow globe. And I am stuck in it. It spins and it twirls Round my head and through my bones Over and over it goes upwards, downwards and all wards swirling my thoughts, directing my actions skewing my perspectives, and righting them again what I think, what I know, what I need, what I want my will goes with it, the the eb and flow of the waves Here I am, there I go, shall I stay? what do I know. I am here to learn, and to pass on what I can to perpetuate my life, by the reaping of what I sow the intentions I have outweigh our social parameters.