In the carnival of life,
I ride a carousel;
And every seat is full,
As it starts with the bell.
On each horse there sits,
A rider that I know.
Yes, all of them are me;
And all of us must go…
In circles, as we watch the world,
Float by in a blur;
Until the bell rings again,
And we lose a passenger.
One gets off and tries to leave,
But a tether holds them there.
They watch as people pass on by,
And sing out: “Life’s unfair”.
Then the bell, it dings again,
As they go back to their seat,
Thinking: “Life’s chiefly a picture book,
With faces we can not meet”.
Spinning and spinning and spinning…
The world goes round and round.
No, it is not living,
When you can’t stay on the ground.
In the carnival of life.
I ride a carousel.
I wish I could just leave this place,
But the mind is it’s own hell.
K. Aldaya, 4/16/19
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