staring at broken mornings every thought becomes a chain every echo turns to warning every heartbeat tastes like strain why why why do they spin why won’t they stop at all why why why do they spin why won’t they stop at all voices twisting in the silence telling me to “fall in line” but the mirror shows defiance and a face that’s not quite mine why why why do they spin why won’t they stop at all why why why do they spin why won’t they stop at all round and round in empty hallways chasing ghosts inside my skull every answer turns to always every always turns to null why why why do they spin why won’t they stop at all why why why do they spin why won’t they stop at all