Merry go round
MERRY GO ROUND
The horse is held in paused
air
And I hold my breath.
It’s flawed self flows on
The endless merry go round
Stopping only for death.
And I hold my breath.
It’s flawed self flows on
The endless merry go round
Stopping only for death.
I feel I am this plastic
horse,
Beneath the gaudy painted shell,
Yet bound and dancing ,dancing.
Beneath the gaudy painted shell,
Yet bound and dancing ,dancing.
It’s eyes do not flicker
But mine are weeping caustic tears
And the plastic’s melting.
But mine are weeping caustic tears
And the plastic’s melting.
I fall out ,naked ,
frightened
To gaze into the winking eye of neverness.
To gaze into the winking eye of neverness.
And I stand watching myself
,
Trapped inside a plastic horse,
Scratching the surface of my dreams
But I am bound
Trapped inside a plastic horse,
Scratching the surface of my dreams
But I am bound
dancing, dancing
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