Swirls and Twirls

My magic wand makes everything still,
cause the world is my very own bubble,
in it i can only swirl and twirl,
and watch everyone else slowly curl.
Floating around my playground,
i barely hear any other sound,
other than God's pound after pound,
where he fights round after round.

Watching and listening, that's all i do,
even if didn't, what is it to you?
let me be strong and mighty too,
or delicate and eccentric like my tattoo.
As i look down at you from here,
you should look up at me with fear,
i make dust out of things that are dear,
you'll only see when i'm no longer here.

Think magic and miracles are fairy tales?
filling your head, those once empty pails,
my ship is coming, i see its white sails,
no longer need i stay a fish without scales.
I leave my dress and wand on earth,
i take a last long look at my favourite bird,
i smell the air, trees and dirt,
and i peacefully leave my place of birth.