No More Spinning

Around in circles stuck in a rut,
empty space felt inside the gut,
moving ahead by momentum of falls,
never ending amount of calls,
unable to focus since dizziness prevails,
scrapes across the floor leaving spun trails,
collapsing in a heap on that floor,
nothing achieved by nothing more,
energy used by not satisfied,
droplets seal the lines cried,
now old and unable to move,
what was life but something to prove,
nothing to show by a set goal,
to eventually buried in a deep hole.