This mind is a merry go round
Without the merry
Round and round it goes.
Seeking distraction at every turn.
Every hope is a thief in disguise,
Promises much,
But inhibits the prize...
Constantly seeking something to ride,
Constantly seeking places to hide.
No place is safe, the defenses are high,
Landscape surreal, the worlds are all lies.
Nightmares, daydreams, wonders and treats,
All come together to bind one in sleep.
On and on, the merry go round...
There is no relief in sight and in sound,
So absorbed in limited woes,
Being pushed and pulled,
How long can it go?
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