In the inner ear, A balance is maintained, But, something I fear -- Is the balance being strained? Am I leaning over, How do I look to you? Or, rather... Is the Earth askew? Is it out-of-line, To be at odds with what's wrong, Is the trouble mine, Or, does it belong to our throng? Like having motion sickness, All the time, Searching for a witness, Who can prove everything's fine. Ready to topple, Tumble, Dizzy, Crazy, The awry I.
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