All seems to spin
    Now I lose, now I win
    Now I'm sure, now I doubt
    No way in, no way out

    All seems to turn
    Now I feel my insides churn
    I feel no peace, I find no rest
    Now my worst, now my best

    All seems to drift
    Now so close, now a rift
    Now say yes, now say no
    Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go

    All seems to fade
    Fleeting shadows, cloak of shade
    Without, within, this world of dreams
    Life is never what it seems

    — Wayne Visser