My world is spinning,

was spinning,

begins spinning.

It's hard to tell where this all end,

tomorrow could be too late,

yet yesterday as late as tomorrow,

as late as today.

At this very moment in time,

many moments at that,

I can't tell right from wrong,

up from down.

Yet my senses keen.

What is this?

Could it be?

It's too late too tell.

Am I happy or just well?

Sad? Simply no way to tell.

All I know is

as of now,

in this time frame I lay,

naked until the light of day,

not knowing my way,

lost as a sheep,

just a passerby on a city day.

Intelligence is a scare,

That's why most challenge air.

For tomorrow comes without a doubt,

as i spin,

the world most definitely,

wins.