Monday, 21 July 2014

The Roundabout

It sits there quietly in the background
The one that makes you feel sick, but you go there anyway
Lots of bars, metal and wood
For protection, safety guards or just to keep you away.
On board, you go round in circles
Round and round, never getting anywhere
That's today's go over with,  you'll try it again tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow it will find a destination.
Or perhaps I'll just go on the swings.

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