The Magician

Spinning plates, spinning life, spinning world.

Fragile plates, fragile me, fragile time.

I'm dancing as fast as I can, but not fast enough.

Seems every time I get things under control,

another plate is added, a new dance begins.

I keep the plates spinning, but they're spinning slower,

soon to topple and crash to the ground.

Now I'm the magician, a master at slight of hand,

Don't look too close, 'cause you'll see its just an 

illusion.

The key to being a good magician is, keep those 

plates spinning.