Bells call Laughter rings Gates open wide No one in line
Welcome To your entertainment Choose a ride Everything’s free
Seated on a painted horse Mane chipped, buckle rusted No warning given The revolution begins
Up and down Are you moving forward? Ponies gallop ahead You’re stuck at the end
Wait-- There’s no waiting You tail There’s no slowing
Until the day you’re free Continue the monotony Wake, work, eat, sleep Follow the tune
In circles and circles and circles Is this fun? Is this fun? The same repetition Over and over and over and--
STOP The agony, the pain The screams unheard There’s no stopping
You can cry and beg To debark and leave It’s too bad Exiting isn’t easy.
One from the archives. Every time I flip back and read this poem, I can vividly recollect the anxiety that ate me up during that time in my life, when it was directionless and repetitive.
Luckily, I'm no longer on that carousel, and now riding a different ride.