These pages are long, talks too dull.
People don't see me, they don't know.
The giggles the smiles the show of fun
All of it's only a way to run
Suffocating, drowning, the night comes fast back
She doesn't walk next to me, she's on a new track
Block it out every day, i wish i were free to run and play
i'm on a carousel that's lost all control
i sometimes wish for it to just take my soul
for the music to slow the lights to dim out
slow it all down so i don't have to shout
as i look at the horses their faces change
no longer slick and glossy but charred and black
they all turn towards me posing to attack
i see beyond the blur of fear
a queue of people await
the operator stops the ride the people now load
the ride starts back moving the menacing horses remain
threatning poses they only feign
a new threat arises only this one unseen
the sky over us darkens and starts to tint green
a bright flash of lightening streaks close by
the operator falls crumpling to the ground
the crowd rushes to me and erects a palisade
through now i am safe the music doesn't play
the fence stays around me as the carousel keeps turning
each day it brings to me a bit of new learning
the ride i am on is not free
but it's not money that you pay
to escape this adventure there is but one way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem