Wandering, wondering…
Rapidly swirling, twirling…
Which way is up? Because I know which way is down.
It has become evident that it is always the same. Everytime I think it’s going to turn into something good, I find out I’ve been deceived.
Deceived by my own hope and faith.
It appears all is wasted. There is no hope and I’ve lost all faith.
When will I find where I belong?
Is there such a place?
