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.