Spinning, Spinning, Spinning.
That's all we do is Spin
As we wait for all the pleasure moments to begin.

Looking, Looking, Looking.
Trying to focus
On the Chaos before us
As we run into walls
As we lose our balance
And yet...
We continue

Spinning, Spinning, Spinning,
Wondering who is winning.
"Are we really in control," she asks,
"Or are we just beginning?"
And so we continue to Spin and Look and Grieve
For the life we wish we had
As the little boy across the street
Wishes for a dad,
But that is all we do right now
Is Wish and Wish and Wish,
And sing a little song.


Is that really so wrong?


To wish and breathe and spin,
Looking for the answers
As we struggle just to swim,
As we struggle just to understand:
Why did death take him?