I know not what makes the world spin, as I know not
what keeps me searching for the unseen truth, yet still
it keeps spinin. It has no destination to meet. I keep searchin
through my mind, the answers I will always seek.

The world spins in circles
Yet, it stays in the same place
It seems to balance well in all that empty space.

My life spins around in such a hazy maze.
I'm stunned at the fact I somehow grow in this invisible daze.

The world will keep spinin
I'll keep searchin
When there is no longer a "me"
Someone will inherit my unseen legacy,
*While the world keeps spinin.