spinning

what do we do when the world keeps spinning like 
our minds but our minds can’t keep a steady pace, 
only racing thoughts dragging you down, down, still 
spinning around in circles, encircle this thought, 
you know the one, the one you can’t, can’t seem to 
let go of, let go of the expectation that freedom is possible. is it possible? when you grip it, tight 
lipped, tell no one, keep it to yourself, your hell, 
your cell. each cell a new attempt at rewriting the 
past but you can’t, the dna is embedded and in bed 
you stay awake thinking, thinking, thinking of a time 
when you didn’t go in circles but you can’t because 
a circle has no beginning and no end. no it has 
no beginning and no end. don’t begin what can’t end.