to love him is like running a marathon in circles. his long strides carrying himself further away from me, and i'm getting tired of going unnoticed. soon it has come to the point where i stopped chasing but instead, thought, "what if i were to stay put and wait? wouldn't he most likely catch up to me one day?"
they say love makes the world goes round. but i guess it's us who actually makes love go round.
The carousel so pretty I thought to take a ride. The animals so shiny I look so good astride. The wind blew my hair I laughed with childish joy. A universal playground For every girl and boy.
But pretty things can dull And toys can break apart. Not everything is wonderful That pulls up on our heart. Sometimes someone falls Right off their chosen seat. And sometimes someone Doesn’t quite land on their feet.
The merry go round Keeps going around Even when the music Is a sad, pathetic sound.
Children have a sense That a toy is always fine. They might see it when Fate crosses the line. Often nobody catches The rider when he falls. Nobody hears the cry When the rider might call.
So, it’s all about fun, then And laughing out loud. Riding circles in the sun And waving to the crowd. But life can change quickly Or so slowly it is unseen. The joyful noises of life can Become something obscene.
Careful on a merry go round Don’t turn your head and cough. It’s a moving proposition And you might fall off.
''just one more turn mommy!'' but we all only get one turn on this merry go round... this torturous device spinning for what may seem like a small time but is really eternity. the lights and music make it seem beautiful and distract you from the chipped paint and broken seat belt leaving you unconnected from the horse. the kids cheering loving the show but you see the adults all craving for it to be over already. our lives are all like merry go rounds. it may be fun for now. but eventually you'll get dizzy. and everything will fade. and you'll just be another horse on the merry go round with a broken seat belt, waiting for an eager child to ride you. and they'll be glimmering waiting for the adventure. and you'll sit there being full of the knowledge of the ride and how it turns out. but now you're just another horse. and soon... everyone will just be a horse.
Your Hands Are Blunt And Your Eyes, Sharp Your Hurt Is Convert No Blissful Harp Sweet Sound Is Mute And Pain Is Loud My Desire Is Blind What Have I Found Because I'm Going In Circles Like A *Merry-go-round
Highland Park is the stoner park, everybody knows that. You go to Highland Park to smoke ****, you don't take your kids to Highland Park. Well, you might if your kids are total potheads but then you'd have to buy a lot more ****.