there's a meat market down the street

the boys and the girls watch each other eat

spinning

my head is spinning.
it's like i'm on a merry-go-round.
a merry-go-round spinning so quickly that i can't make it stop.
i can't get off.

everything i'm seeing is blurring together,
yet i can piece together some of the details
because it's all i see,
over and over and over, again.

i'm spinning,
and i'm thinking
and thinking and thinking.
until, i realize
i don't even know what i'm thinking about.

it's just one big blur,
that i can't get past.

i just keep spinning.