Till the Merry Go Round Ends


Merry go round Never can tell Which way we are going Can't stand not knowing What is before me To circle around A fantasy that is unclear That takes me away Yet I always stay in the same place Ignoring the rust and loose bolts And signs of caution I sit in the center platinum teacup To circle around And around Watching the gold paint flake off Hearing the dissonance as the music fades While the porcelain horses start shattering into pieces Smelling the engines fumes as it's thick dark smoke clogs the air I refuse to leave I refuse to stop spinning I refuse to give up hope even as a crack grows and spreads throughout our teacup I will never give up No matter how many scars this ride shall cost me I will always love our merry go round


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