My life is like an insane carousel
and I don’t know how to stop it
If i can’t slow it down
I think I’m going to vomit
Everything around blurs
Round and around it goes
faces repeating in the haze
in my jolting highs and lows
as my body swings from here to there
I hang on with an iron grip
faster and faster the colors whirl
The moments cracking like a whip.
And I wonder how this can be real
how can it be reality?
when did I get on the ride?
and where will I be at the ride’s finality?
Who are the spectators whose eyes meet mine?
Who is the operator that spun me through time?
Through meetings and thoughts and all things gone wrong
they spin through my mind and yet still I did not fall.
[image by sewer-pancake]