When I go bed at night It's hard for me to sleep my mind racing around spinning like a carousel flashing Images speeding through my mind no chance to stop the carousel to focus on the content of the visuals speeding through my head It is visions of my life I'm seeing to catch glimpse momentarily of my life briefly as they pass me by all gone with a blink of eye
Mind spinning like a carousel can't sleep visions of my life Constantly flashing before my eyes
I read about her somewhere. ... About a lady in a white bralette.
Always bloomed alongside the flowers, with a scent, that made you look at her like she’s one of them. She came into a life with the waves. Crashed into you like the ocean onto the shore. Her touch was feverish and her steps were light.
Like the falling leaves she tiptoed around you, danced with the flames and got you lost in her madness. The kind of madness, that makes you walk through the forest in the middle of the night. The kind of madness, that erases all gravity and lifts you high up in the sky. The kind of madness, that makes you drop sanity out of the palm of your hands.
But her unexpected visit was just it. A visit. As soon as the wind blew she disappeared. And she was gone. Gone with the wind. The gravity reappeared and your feet we’re back on the ground. The sudden twist of events was often too much for most to handle. I live, but many have fallen deeper in the madness that existed only with her existence.
Their souls will forever be heated, but their eyes will never see again.
Sometimes when can't sleep at night listening to the only sounds that of those In my head Mind overactive to much going on like a carousel round and round It goes faster and faster can't focus Try to stop It but won't stop can't get off all memories of my past flashing by so fast but gone by In the blink of an eye Desperately trying to stop at a favourite moment In my life It won't allow me eventually I fall Into sleep my carousel ride over for tonight
When I can't sleep my mind Is like a carousel going round and round
I started with love when I laid eyes on her behind, Le derrière of life. I was pulled into a wormhole, only her slap could wake me up from.
We slipped into hate. Well, she did.
Till with my charm I pulled her right back For a Yoruba demon never gives up. A carousel going back and forth, we ride from love to hate to love again. I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave,every single time.
My life is like a carousel. This one I can't get off. It's beautiful on the outside, but it never ever stops. The world is a blur now, from spinning for years and years. It's easy for people to say I'm fine, when they haven't felt my tears. Your life might be a roller coaster, going up and down. That's way more fun than being stuck Spinning round and round
This is mostly written about my vertigo tbh, but I hope you find meaning in it
Magic happens when you don't give up and ride the waves of light. When you open your heart to see as if eyes line the *****. Magic happens when you touch the moment in breath and bestride the carousel of dreams. Its what happens when one recalls who they a divine being with reservoir of gifts. Hello magic I declare my birthright.