Spinning

When the world started spinning,
where were you?
Hope laced reality, full glass
of sweet red dreams,
did you taste the feel of it?

As the world keeps spinning,
where are you?
Imagination of the now,
notes of Then to There flow,
a warm small hand rolls outside a moving car.

When the world stops spinning,
where will you be?
Imagination in a shallow grave,
on the side of some dirt road,
off in a ditch no-one notices,
There,
and still.