I'm spinning round and round,
spinning round and round.
Mind flying, feet on the ground.
I'm spinning round and round.
I wobble and I falter
but there's a nothing I wanna alter.
Its like, sipping up a peg
while spinning on a leg,
and there's a million slip
between the cup and the lip...
Oh! but I can't let go
my soul is still thirsty
and my veins need the flow.
What is it flowing through my veins?
Nectar-nectar-venom
Boon or bane-bane?
Life! life-death
Mad-mad-insane?
Oh! but I don't want to know.
'coz my soul is still thirsty
and my veins need the flow.
So I'll be spinning round and round
spinning round and round.
I'll get lost, I will be found.
I'm spinning round and round.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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