Spinning in Circles

Beneath the fan’s hum, I sink in my chair,

watching blades twirl, spinning secrets in air.

Time drags yet it flies, a paradox dance,

a lullaby whisper, a soft, fleeting chance.

Dust motes gather, swirling in sun’s gaze,

memories flutter like leaves caught in haze.

What once felt so vivid now blends into gray,

as I circle through thoughts that just won't go away.