Sometimes lost is better than found
For now
Around and around
No direction
Not always down.
Let go
Spiritual
Not quite lost
Not found.
Adventure
Distraction
Tempting sounds
The cries of the merry
Still spinning
Round and round.
Anything is better than silent
Solo
Fearful
Dark iso town.
Power
Pleasure
Status and things
So little pain on the
Merry-go-round.
Who cares the carousel arcs
Continuously
Down, down, down
Never up towards the
Ultimate prize
Not inward towards peace
Like roots in the ground.
Step on step off
Jump in jump out
A bit further from more
Permanent grace
Remembering why we left
This place.
To rise above the
Chase chase chase.