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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Miles Away

I refuse to sell my heart, not for twenty-five cents The auction is closed, ladies and gents I’ve already sold my eyes, when they caught sight of the streets So now everyone can see the beauty of my Italian retreat I sold my tongue for gelato, feeling so young Letting the wild berries dance around on my tongue I sold my feet when I traveled to see our Holy Mother in gold Like a saint on a mission, I’ll walk until I get old I sold my ears when I heard beautiful Aida open her lips Echoing through the theatre in which the ancients used to sit But I won’t sell my heart, it is still free For my heart belongs to God and not really to me My heart aches for home, too many miles away Yet for now I am here and I will live for today Yes, I sold my eyes to Italy; it’s all I can see How I wish you were here seeing these treasures with me I’ll try to buy back my sight, taste, and ears too So that I’ll be able to share these memories with you

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