SPINNING By Tom Jensen
It is said that every
body is a temple
So surely somewhere in here
there's a place of healing
Lately I've found my hands
folded and praying
Though I'm not sure
if I should be standing,
sitting or kneeling
I've been having
the strangest of feelings
But I can't quite
put my finger on it
Though I know
there is a key
unlocking and revealing
That which I have been
searching and seeking
Still I have yet to
lay my hands upon it
In all of these --
my wheelings and dealings
Perhaps I lent it,
lost it or pawned it
For this isn't how
I planned it
I've slowly become
an army of one
I'm beginning to sense
that I'm surrounded
As around and around
and around I'm being spun
And I spin...
Seems I can't win
Yet I'll die before
I ever surrender
So I fight...
My own insides
And all these memories
I don't want to remember
I can't lie...
Or try to hide
In this journey
of mine to venture
Into the very
core of my mind
Just to see what
is at its center
So I pry...
From here outside
Whenever I find a room
with a chained door
That I know still has
yet to be explored
One that some day
I shall have to enter