Whirlpool
Spinning round and round In an endless motion. A long and sweeping arm Cradling me in this ocean. Taking my turns I get far enough out to think I'm cut loose. I fight it sometimes in my mind Thinking I can choose. Like a baby in a basket The last hope of escape I can see the horizon And sometimes I have faith. But I'm still here barely floating Almost two decades long The minute I think I'm healing I'm back in deep and know I'm wrong. This record skipping Same repeating fool Still searching for the magic switch To kill this whirlpool.