I've cut open my eyes
And to my surprise,
I found an old carousel projector
With millions of upsidedown pictures inside.
The machine starts to whir,
And my life flashes by,
Every memory frame by frame,
On these convenient little slides
Every laugh, and every smile
Every absence of joy,
Those slides seem to last longer on this carousel of poise.
My friends were talking about writing poetry and it's admittedly been awhile since I've written anything so I decided ***** it one more wouldn't hurt, I was gonna touch it up a bit here and there but tbh I can't be bothered, it was also gonna be longer butttttttttt :p (also if someone says carousel of poise doesn't make any sense too bad deal with it I do what I want)