It’s niceWhen the spinningBecomes circling When the urgencybecomes flowing action It’s nice when that spinning stopsWhen it is no moreWhen it just fades offSomewhere…into the somewhere… I spin less nowAnd yet there are timesInside my stillnessThat the Big Mouth comes calling againAnd the yelling begins againAnd I’m off to spin and spin and spin Until…