59. Life Is A Carnival

At times, when emotions drown
To the abyss of surrealism
An anchor weighs me down
To the ghostly ocean floor

An immortal murmurs into my soul
Life is but a carnival
Not a thing to be afraid of, the whole
World is just a playground

Hues of pinks and blues
Cotton candy sweetens my heart
It's funny how it stains my shoes
And tortures my stomach a while

Not all sweet things are good
Everything comes with side effects
I laugh much more often than I should
Too often is too healthy?

Like a carnival, life makes no sense
Maidens scowl at passing-by clowns
Those princesses' heads are much too dense
To realize the humour in the world

When struck by blueberry pie
In the head, by a mischevious jester
All one can do is savour the cream, or cry
I would rather not do the latter

A merry-go-round swirls
While children's snickers are heard
Balloons entertain little girls
'Til their mothers lead them back home

I stand in front of distorting mirrors
I am a model in one, plump in the other
I do wish my face were a little bit clearer
Sometimes I feel pretty, at times so repulsive

Life is a carnival, the lions aren't real
Nothing can hurt you, it's all a show
Not even the magicians understand how I feel
Oh well, that's the way a carnival goes

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