I woke up from a ferris wheel dream
Rotating slowly as if being cooked on a spit
The lights of the city obscuring your face
I don't know who my subconscious has placed me with
I woke up from a ferris wheel dream
Pausing at the top, recovering meaning from suspension
Sitting there perceiving the amusement park as a cartoon
Buildings and people as if drawn by pastel
Hotter than any other night in the tropics
The disorientation that leaves sleep intact but robs you of rest
I remember the lie of security exposed gently spinning
Lurching into motion when the operator says so
As temporary as the carnival coming through town
You'll wake up as the star of their newest freak show
A bad feeling‘s followed you, left you with the sense of a slow decline in progress
The ticket to dread has already been purchased
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