I whispered in Paris, then roared in St. Petersburg, I topple crowns and shake the calm. I spin without moving, I burn without flame, I am feared by those who cling to old names.

A time traveler in a plastic shell, spinning memories caught in a magnetic spell, rewinds the past with a gentle whir, capturing frames without a blur.

Spin me round to simulate what all of us endure Though no one notices, 'cause relatively, we're secure A tool to picture something huge, though not perfect in scale I've evolved and changed throughout the years, since humanity set sail.

Thrust upon me are the arms of many, Whom train day and night, To carry or be carried upon, Was the mother's plight.

Upon a field of mirrored lands, Two nations wait at mind’s commands. The throne is lost when rulers fall, Yet blood is never shed at all.