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Merry-Go-Round
In the universe of my mind I have a mission,
And for so long deeper inside I’ve been slipping
One foot on the ledge of the worlds’ divide
But once and for all I must let go and take the fall
Without threads, and do my work
And only then can I return
But I ask myself
Will it still be here
When I get back?
Will the world disappear?
Faces and names may change but I
Feel independent of the wheel
The faces and names that exist outside
Are the game and the fantasy in me is real.
For months you will not see me ’round
Wonder where I went and forget my face
But when I come back will our bond remain?
Can we pick up where we left off like nothing’s changed?
But it did – in me –
And so now I see
That the world is a merry-go-round and any
Time you can get off and get back on to ride
Like not a day has passed, party and cry
Just like you did before
The ride doesn’t change and if you want thrills there’re more.
June 19, 2010
And for so long deeper inside I’ve been slipping
One foot on the ledge of the worlds’ divide
But once and for all I must let go and take the fall
Without threads, and do my work
And only then can I return
But I ask myself
Will it still be here
When I get back?
Will the world disappear?
Faces and names may change but I
Feel independent of the wheel
The faces and names that exist outside
Are the game and the fantasy in me is real.
For months you will not see me ’round
Wonder where I went and forget my face
But when I come back will our bond remain?
Can we pick up where we left off like nothing’s changed?
But it did – in me –
And so now I see
That the world is a merry-go-round and any
Time you can get off and get back on to ride
Like not a day has passed, party and cry
Just like you did before
The ride doesn’t change and if you want thrills there’re more.
June 19, 2010
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