Bent

I think I must be bent in the head

With the way my thoughts run in circles

Ah look at them coming around again, will it ever end

I don’t think so, getting sick of these head spins

Here in my bed

I lie and stare at the ceiling

Try to make it sit still for a minute but it never stops spinning

I guess nothing’s ever finished it begins where it ends again

It just bends and bends and bends and bends and bends and bends

So I guess I’ll keep moving ahead

But the path leads back to my feet