Dizzy head woke up today,
He's spinning the world away.
All a busy blur with no cure,
Nothing to learn, nothing to gain
Another day of spinning all the same,
He wonders if he could focus,
Would they let him dream?
Dizzy is he, he sits behind a desk,
Wanted to do something more
But instead he just sits in subtle rest.
He showed off the art
Of all the spinny places he had been
They gave a look and traded his paints for pens.
Dizzy never showed his heart again.
Dizzy, did he, wanted to turn the tables
Sat in silence waiting for tables to turn
Learned a career, then never learned again.
Dizzy stopped spinning
Sitting behind a stationary chair and desk
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
Dizzy head woke up today,
He's spinning the world away.
All a busy blur with no cure,
Nothing to learn, nothing to gain
Another day of spinning all the same,
He wonders if he could focus,
Would they let him dream?
Dizzy is he, he sits behind a desk,
Wanted to do something more
But instead he just sits in subtle rest.
He showed off the art
Of all the spinny places he had been
They gave a look and traded his paints for pens.
Dizzy never showed his heart again.
Dizzy, did he, wanted to turn the tables
Sat in silence waiting for tables to turn
Learned a career, then never learned again.
Dizzy stopped spinning
Sitting behind a stationary chair and desk
