The Globe

There is no ending or beginning All the logic and reason here in me Revolve without any meaning Justice moves in round No one till now able to do A flat conclusion They born, they die A dumb- fused Yet continue the run But never raise any question I never hear and agree or heed But I continue to move of my own. I am not like any one I am totally like me I spin and I move Things along with me Happily become round. No end, no beginning Here in me all the logic and reason Revolve with out any meaning.