Carousel
Looking for love is tricky business, like whipping a carousel horse. ~ George Cukor
His life’s a carousel, round and round it goes
No ups, no downs; nowhere his destination
A pointless voyage, to somewhere nobody knows
And in his grasp, a one-way ticket to oblivion
He wakens, the day’s a mirror of yesterday
Overcast the sky, morning till nightfall
A humdrum universe, monotonous in every way
Existence lackluster, no future he can call
Then SHE came, now he’s on a rollercoaster ride
Sun shines, it’s a clear day; and he’s starry-eyed
04/03/2018
© F Aparici
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