Fairground

Standing in the fairground, in this nightmare of life, The nausea surging from the merry-go-round emotions, The sordid extremes of the roller-coaster veins of junk. I see all my faces in the mirror house, But I know them all too well to be amused. Self-acceptance holding my heart, stopping the leaks, Side-shows of bearded-ladies, giants and freaks. Crystal balls of dreams and expectation for a fee! A price, A soul lost for now...maybe forever? Waiting in the endless lines, hoping for that rush, Returning to the certainty of boredom and self-recollection. A wasteland of cruelty, A fairground of exuberance and blind faith. Multitudes riding the lines of religion, Pushing to the gates of golden-desire. The warmth of a shadowless dwelling, of everlasting peace... ...They hope! I, on my own merrymaking mission, Standing outside the standard lines of illusion, I'll pay no fee! A roadie, a pusher of tickets, To this...the greatest show on earth! 19 Sept 2004 (RSA)