A Woman's Plight, Songs

“Spun Around” (Song Repost W/ Lyrics)

By Athena Stairs, December 5, 2025

I’ve been holdin’ on here
Comin’ tends to another year

Please don’t fault me
I’m feelin’ lonely

Every time I turn around
Fears and worries make a sound

When love’s intangible
It’s uncomfortable

And if my feet should leave the ground
Don’t hesitate to turn me ’round
‘Cause I’m fallin’ for you hard

Can we find a better way
There’s only so much I can say
When I’m loving from the heart

Where did you go?
And where do you roam?

I long to be with you
To start life over brand new

Why are we apart
What good is this for our heart?

And you
I don’t know what to say

‘Cause you
Take my breath away

Oh

When all I’ve ever known
Has chilled me to the bone

Oh

And I would choose a better way
Can you see me?
Come this day

Oh
Ah

Never in my life before
Have I wanted something more

And you
Oh
Are my dream come true

Don’t you see me?
Can’t you say
We can find a better way?

Oh

Every time I turn around
My feet keep slipping off the ground

Oh

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A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Nature, Vampiric Tendencies, Where Demons Tread

In Her Defense

She had not realized until now that her prior freeze shut down had been her primal instinct’s self defensive checking to make sure that he was serious.

Of course, he had thought (possibly quite rightly from his point of view) that his mere sudden presence should have been enough evidence.

But he had not calculated into his equation the true depths that ran between them.

Altered States, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Still Motion

Stuck in pause
Hearing clunks as others
Go about their activities
And I just cannot muster
The desire to join them
But maybe that’s ok because
They get the space for living
And I show up as a cameo
To be helped getting out the door
And then they get some privacy
Maybe this arrangement’s needed
And maybe I’m on pause so that
I do not hit replay of past memories
For I must guard that door carefully
And maybe my abilities are blocked
To wipe the slate clean for a reset
But this confuses and alarms me
Because I don’t have a quiet space
So that I can think and expand without
Having to curb reaction to stimulus
Staying in one place over time
Allows me to feel ebbs and flows
Yet I feel that I can’t produce
My life is on hold and I need
Yet am afraid to trust guidance
Independence allows room to breathe
Being alone is a known without
Worrying I won’t be enough
Because I need help
And also I know that
Once I recover (if, if, if, if, if)
I will want to fly again
But no man has stayed
When I am weak or strong
Always finding reason
To feel intimidated or let down
By their own lacks projected
Swinging like the disk of
A clock’s pendulum
And if I need help now
If I need saving now
Am I less than worthy
Of a man’s devotion?

(Title of multiple meanings)