Spinning

The world is spinning madly Not just drifting with the tide And I am stuck upon it For the whole crazy damn ride Round and round, up and down Messing up my head Going around in circles Til the day that I am dead Topsy turvy, feeling swirvy Bouncing me along Batting me from side to side Like a mad game of ping-pong But I somehow hold on As I catch my breath For my friends I'm well aware The alternative is death