On the carousel I ride
Spinning round and round
There is no end
A far off voice calls my name
I can't answer
It keeps spinning.
I sit upon a fiery steed
At least so I think
But everyone else knows it's plastic
And it's still spinning
Yet through it all
I hear music
On it plays forever
And the carousel spins round and round.
ČTEŠ
A Gentle Human
PoezieThis is simply a collection of poems, quotes and thoughts that I have written.
