The Merry-Go-Round

Is there any truth in this twisted reality

Billions fated to endless hipocracy

Though You gave us Jesus to clear all the boundaries

Questions remain; shall I trust in what I see

 

I see a world leading to destruction

Any sense comes to abruption

Time and knowing are a grand commodity

But most of us just tend to be too blind to see 

 

Because there is so much more we have left to know 

Too much of I doubt You will ever show

One moment, a gift, I won't let it go

But our vision of life is one twisted up in viscous dough

 

And to know that

Humans have been here for 200 millennium

Still all we care is about our net income

Our so called world leaders, are taking up rum

Transforming what's left into a marketing slum

 

The world was flat

Until it was round

A ripple in motion

Our merry-go-round

 

One fleeting moment

From here to there

One baby screams

An elder in despair

 

And now I sit here

Asleep in my chair

Not remembering dreams

Are nothing more than thin air

Though I'm reassured there

As I float in sure air

A tap on my shoulder

A window with glare

I wake unaware

I ever was there

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