The world is spinning around you
Like a merry-go-round
And someone is pushing you faster.
At first the spinning is fun
And you beg for the excitement
As you spin, spin, spin,
And you clutch the cold metal.
But soon the metal hurts as you grip tighter
You doubt if you can hold on
And you start to slide off
The world is so blurred.
Even after the ride has stopped
You still feel the spinning
But it will cease
Everything is temporary
And you will see more clearly than ever before.
Sometimes the world has to be out of focus
F o r y o u t o r e a l l y s e e