Around and around, there is no end. Just continues forever When I was a little girl, I loved spinning. Rides at the park, the slides took me on an adventure. I would twirl around, Just to feel my long hair blow in the wind. Dancing, Singing, and Enjoying. That is what I used to think. Now circles are different. I'm falling over, tumbling down. I am no longer enjoying, I get nauseous, I can't handle. I'm getting dizzy by my thoughts, When can I get off this carousal of confusion?