Vortex

Like a lunatic, frantic The man in the room looks so dramatic With a left shoe on his right foot This spiral traffic feels too traumatic, too traumatic Quiet The man is wandering around Where's the way out he never found? And inside There's a ball made of lead It's rolling and rumbling on parquet, yeah Oh, how heavy is the ball It bends his spine to the very ground Neither his nor another Enormous, ludicrous Oh, how heavy is his thought In a half an hour or so It crushed the floor And smashed the man's toes Oh, how heavy is his thought In a half an hour or so It crushed the floor And smashed the man's soul (Whirl) through the black holе in the floor (Spin) I begin my whirl (Swirl) I'm a driftwood with no strength (Spin) without soul, with no will Likе a feather I travel down (A spiral staircase) One more loop through abyss (Where stairs are erased) Like a feather I travel down (A spiral staircase) Falling deeper than it is (All stairs are erased) Through rapids and stones I came like water and like wind I go Through rapids and stones I came like water and like wind I go Spin, swirl Whirl, spin, swirl Swirl Whirl, spin, swirl Whirl, spin, swirl

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 23, 2026