Turning

Roll yourself in that blanket
One more time
There’s nothing wrong with childish joy

You drive around the block
Hoping things will change
But she’s still not home

You travel the world
You’re in tune with the wonders
But do you know yourself?

We’re all turning
Rotating
Spinning
Out of control
Or into it

Life is a circle
Repeats itself
Repeats itself
Repeats
Until it breaks
A flat tire
On the last stretch of road