Late Night Olympics

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