Feed my imagination
Not everyone wakes in hope of surviving another day.
On a day like that,
The driver is still, not wanting to awake the fear that sits at the edge of his eyelids, slipping down towards his chin, tears unsuccessfully held back.
A sudden stop approaches and the driver lets an uneasy speech loose through speakers, everyone should keep calm and not worry
That’s not possible.
Baby girl take this from life,
Its an exciting fun fair until those rides become boring and scary,
The thought of buying another costly ticket to re-experience moments every muscle in your body has memorised is pointless but, they feel new every time
Life is a carousel ride with a bomb strapped to the middle…
…You’re the carousel
The bomb is your mind