All the world ends round the corner
Rushing people passing by
Pulled like leaves in running gutters
Spinning past me are no more
Like a ferris-wheel slow-turning
Whirling on in painted jewels
Masquerading phantoms riding
Wooden horses racing nowhere
Disappearing round the bend
I would bring them back tomorrow
Or the next day, if I can
Back from empty, void horizons
Dancing, dancing in my head
Just to see their souless faces
Coldly staring, passing by
Just so I won't be the only
Plastic face and hollow eyes
Hungry for a voice, and lonely
In the world I see before me
Ending just around the corner
Amazing.
ReplyDeleteThat's all I can think about this.
Almost perfect rhythm with only a slight catch here and there, but even that only makes it seem more enchanting, more real. The topic is one I believe everyone can relate to, but the imagery that you use makes it seem more like a fairytale.
Very well done. A superb job all around.(: