It's like a washer.

Or rather the clothes trapped inside the washer.

The world spins round and round
Flooded with emotions.

Drowning in the sphere
Lost among the others.

And so everything spins.

Up is Down and Down is Up.
And the only thing that makes sense is
How twisted the world truly is.

And then the washer stops.
And the clothes are free
Only to return again.

The Cycle repeats.