Poetry of the Anonymous

XXVIII - Merry-go-round

The merry go around in life,

Oblivious to others pain and strife,

Constantly contriving hedonistic acts,

Oblivious to the immorality of this fact.

I find they're ever lost believing,

Their lust for life will never be fleeting,

Or stark naked within contrast to,

Their self-perpetuated destruction: coming soon.

For life is like a merry-go-round –

Happiness a treasure never to be found –

Travelling our minds in an infinite circle –

Every moment an impossible hurdle.