Spinning round i see myself
In the mirror made from my wind
Caught but one the sight of me
And slowly lost my mind

Creating thoughts of what i am
Of who I am to come
Thinking of my past and future
Where I'll be and where I'm from

But the more i search about myself
The less i seem to know
Holding in most everything
With little left to show

Feelings distant kept within
Pushing on infinity
Never ending pit of thoughts
But thoughts are all they'll ever be

Seldom open share no pain
Control what i express
From deep within my thoughts of life
To the clothes i choose to dress

As the spin slows to a stop
The wind has time to chase
Passing with a smearing scene
But still the image of my face