Spinning

Make it all stop spinning.

Questions with no answers and preconceived notions…

A carousel of half-baked ideas, unhealed wounds, and buried emotions.

We’re always at the beginning.

 

Can you make it all stop churning?

Yearning, for something untapped, but constantly burning…

Never quite earning the right to know exactly what we’re supposed to be looking for.

But honestly, all of these thoughts, I’ve had before.

And still, the wheel keeps turning.

 

Do I get to be the spider, or just caught in the web?

This dizzying loop of topsy-turvy,

with endless hills and dead end roads, always winding and curvy.

Where the answers constantly tease on the ebb.

A game where there's no such thing winning.