Original Dizziness

In the realm of whispers, where shadows play,

A gentle breeze stirs, a silent ballet.

My head, a vessel of unseen seas,

Rides waves of thought, where clarity lies.

The world spins, a kaleidoscope of hues,

Colors blur, as if seen through dew.

Each step a dance on a tightrope fine,

A delicate balance, a fragile design.

Thoughts float like clouds in an endless sky,

Drifting, shifting, never to lie.

Yet in this dance of mind and soul,

A constant dizziness holds.

Words escape, like fleeting dreams,

In the labyrinth of my own schemes.

Each sentence a step towards the unknown,

A journey without a clear throne.

In this original dizziness,

I find both chaos and serenity.

For in the spinning world of thoughts untold,

Lies the essence of creation's bold.