Carousel

Innocent boy meets naive girl 
two glittering specks in a dust-filled world
Saying they feel so freed
as they go full-speed 
aren't we all just tricked with the same-old made-up story 
a freshly-rehashed tale of lust and glory.

The music invites you 
you're drunk off the spell. 
Whirling with lights and a
faint lacquered smell.
Sit up and smile on your white horse
somehow you can't even tell:
you're holding tightly to the trap -- you're caught! 
In his carousel.

Fast forwarding through 2 decades straight:
lady's made bank and she's doing great.
Always charging full speed 
and she feels so freed
but at home, she's alone wondering who's ahead and winning
and why she looks despondent when she's grinning.

The music invites you 
you're drunk off the spell.
Whirling with lights and a
faint lacquered smell.
Sit up and smile on your white horse
somehow you can't even tell:
you're holding tightly to the trap -- you're caught!
In his carousel.

She runs as fast as she can in place
riding on a high that she can't replace...
she rides as fast as she can in place
on a brand new horse in a made-up race...

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[...reflections on the prisons we don't recognize or choose not to leave]