Help me, my thoughts are a twirl
They're spinning around
and around in a whirl
Round and round they go
Where they'll stop
I have no way to know
They're spinning down
They're spinning up
They're spinning all around
My head it's too full
It's the proverbial
China shop with a bull
My thoughts just won't stop
No break will they take
They are over the top
Too fast do they spin
Around my poor brain
Isn't it such a sin?
I can't pick just one
Too jumbled are they
It just can't be done
So out they all tumble
In a mess that's so true
They're just one big jumble
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