The Happening

It twirls in small circles
As it hangs on a string
It feels like its snapping
With the weight of everything

It glitters and glows
With the silver-light twine
But you feel like your spinning
Past every detour sign

It spins and it twists
Dazzles through the air
Makes patterns in the moonlight
That is bouncing everywhere

When the string finally breaks
You know everyone's laughing
As it pirouettes and spins
Through the layers of The Happening