Break it down...

Look a man straight in his eyes,
tell him he's blind..
All the glares and stares,
all a part of his life.

Turning each corner,
stepping quickly going farther..
Spending every last moment
on this one or the other.

Guessing in rhyme,
pillow's quiet.. go to bed..
Another day spent,
in his pocket and his head.

Spin, Spin.. Crash,
Be gone in a flash.
This world is meant for you,
to just sit and laugh.

Words, thoughts, feelings, problems..
all in the mix.
A man caught behind,
on his daily lists.

In the mirror, in the room..
With no emotional tact..
Stands a man asking questions,
to the man looking back.