'round and 'round it goes

My mind spinning circles, The same old thoughts firing 'round and 'round my skull. Originality, That is what it craves! But how can something be new, When everything has been done before? How can there be randomness, When everything has already happened? An illusion it must be, A fraud, a fake, a fantasy. The plot is set, The movie will play out. Fight fate, or flee fate The outcome is the same. There can be only one end with only one beggining, Both unfathomable. So my mind will keep spinning 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round...