Do you remember primary school?

When you would all stand smiling in neat little rows...

And spin. Spin until the world wouldn't stop moving and all that was in it was you and the dizziness. A blurring mass of thought banished by the rush of circling. Everything would disappear and for the few minutes you all stood there spinning like tops nothing could harm you, 'cus you could see , , just a blur. A few minutes just to clear your head.

But what was there to clear? Youths all innocent and naïve, biggest worry? Would there still be gummy bears in the jar at home. Seemed all so pointless then wanting to confuse yourself and fall over but you loved it. You didn't understand why. You had nothing to over, giggling uncontrollably, waiting for things to be still. No regrets as the pounding circulated and the fun ebbed away, just a longing for repetition.

Now, the now, that's what they always say and have always said 'Live in the now'. But why? When so much past can repeat. Now, its shit. The dizziness really is an escape. But its not as easy an escape as just a few turns on the tarmac but stronger shit. Shit that lead that needle now to be sat on my telly. Just casually sat there about to wreck my world.