You're going nowhere at all,
your mind as indecisive as ever.
Just ride along your little carousel
stuck inside your head.
Your mind as indecisive as ever,
you're always fueling your doubts and worries
stuck inside your head.
You dwell on these thoughts for too long.
You're always fueling your doubts and worries.
The people around you are walking away.
You dwell on these thoughts for too long;
who do you think will stay for you?
The people around you are walking away,
but round and round you'll go.
Who do you think will stay for you
in this lonely carnival of yours?
But round and round you'll go.
Just ride along your little carousel
in this lonely carnival of yours.
You're going nowhere at all.
09.10.18
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoesíaLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
