Carousel

I think I've had enough of your world for today.

My head has opened up and your pictures fall like rain.

In front of my face they spin.

We were corresponding shapes like the rocks in a ledge.

Now this puzzle has been rained upon and the corners lost their edge.

Nothing fits as it once did.

But at least we had finished at...

All over this room I reign you are.

All over this room I reign you are.

All over this room I reign you are.

And what's wrong with that?

Nothing I guess...

So I entertain my mind with little ticks and movie flicks.

Combinations of quirky comedies,

But they've all got romantic twists.

And when I can't forget I write.

That's how this whole thing came to be.

It helps me when I'm lonely.

All over this room I reign you are.

All over this room I reign you are.

All over this room I reign you are.

And what's wrong with that?

Nothing I guess...

So, I guess you're right. (works.)

I did abhor the awkward silence we endured. (this circle never works.)

And spoke a truce to stop the swell and slow this spinning carousel. (this cycle of the poet and his dame who never could explain this tired plot.)

Yet still it spun from time to time, (insistent it would stop.)

Laced with mistrust that cracked the spine. (convinced that every problem soon would rest.)

This feeble frame just would not hold and sparked the drifting of two souls. (that bad things at their best would fix themselves.)

I am not ready nor deserve a line of love, (but those things you just can't tell.)

That can't be blurred into a shallow blotch of lust. (and its taunting in this straight jacket of hope.)

A dirty thought. A pointless fuck. (it blinds and it disrupts the ebb and flow.)

I never properly explained, (the process of letting go.)

This bodied beauty you contain, (the pattern on this strange bright lighted stage.)

Is too much for a man to take at such an age-less feeling age. (the stigma at this age-less feeling age.)

All over this room I reign you are.

All over this room I reign you are.