A Merry-Go-Round

20^th Sep, 2019

What am I to see?
Where am I to go?
How should I proceed?
Who am I to follow?

Answers that I seek
Written in the stars
Skies are gray and bleak
Lightning leaving scars.

Big words, no acts,
Big dreams, no plans,
Great wish, no deeds,
Just us, bad seeds.

Round and round and round and round we go.
Fast, then faster, faster, faster – slow.
Walking, running, clawing at our woe.
Wishing, dreaming the death of our foe.