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By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2011 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2011.11.02.02.51.27571]] |
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just a carnival and we are unwilling passengers thrust into the speed of it all confounded by the organized chaos the orchestrated crazy disarray all about us skyscrapers are muted ferris wheels where we look down upon the lights below and all the little moments we are granted and those on the streets below gaze upwards searching for transparency it's just a game where we're all tossed about flung from side to side and from the sky to our knees (gratefully we return to the warm earth) the city's lights are the fireworks that remain mundane and boring to the masses though some see the glory that they manage to still grasp and the hope that rests beneath them it's all just a game, you know, just a few decades of chance and smiles, disappointment and confusion laughter and serenity shattering glass and the rapid disintegration of continuity until you find her in the crowd looking at you with those eyes those damned eyes of sparkling iridescence knowingly understanding, verily anchoring you to the reality of surreality, and they look at you and see symmetry and then every single thing just stops. |