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.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
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.
