I’m getting off this Merry-Go-Round.
it’s spinning too fast,
Too many rotations,
I will jump if it doesn’t stop.
I’ll land in the dirt.
Scrape a little skin on the way,
bloody knees and bruised elbows,
I’ve experienced worse.
There’s enough gauze,
Stops the tears,
I’m better than all this,
there’s more peace.
I’m getting further away from the ring.
The ball never got close,
the illusion his hand mattered,
it wasn’t worthy,
I don’t run away.
I stand firmly in place.
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