The world can spin,
it can shake the floor
and drop me to the ground.

I'm embarrassed to say
that I've lost my vision
of how this world used to be.

I'm not convinced It's round
anymore.

The world can spit on me,
it can throw my dreams into
the floor and crush them
with her foot.

I'm troubled to realize
that I can do more then what
I'm intended for.
I'm not quite convinced that
my life was all laid flat on
the floor.