I’m contemplating the spin
Of things from without and within
The world keeps moving at it’s normal speed
Though nearing the center it appears to increase
Everything seems like the same old spin
As though it’s been rehearsed
And repeated again
And now what should I do
Whatever you want he says on queue
I stay up late and try to decide
If the emotion is fake or from inside
We play games and stay up late
To contemplate the spin
Until the morning when it begins again
The world keeps moving at the same old speed
And will continue with or without me
Sometimes it feels like you just can’t win
So I just sit here and contemplate the spin
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I tried to keep my head up, my eye on the prize, my feet on the ground. I watched my back, I watched my step, I watched which way the wind blows. I came, Isaw, I took the picture. And now all that’s left is to leave a comment on your blog.
Sometimes I think being an impartial witness is the best we can hope for. Let the masses make their own bloody decisions.
The text and photo are unrelated (except for the reference to spinning). I was writing about my reaction to some athlete interviews I saw on television that seemed a little too scripted… Make that way too scripted. There was no authenticity to any of it at all (in my opinion). Contrast that with a high school basketball game I went to last week and the differences become like night and day.