You are the earth,
and I am the sun,
the height of your anxiety,
distraught with irregularity.
You are the sun,
and I am the earth,
revolving; spinning,
'till dizziness spills the sands (of time);
the height of imperfection,
paved with good intentions.
But it is not how fast I spin
In this cosmic galaxy,
It is only the truth within,
that it is where I spin