Date Posted:08:46:27 10/09/01 Tue Author:Lori S. Maynard Subject: Flying
The lights flicker and convulse a strange voice in the night.
Flashbacks parachute into your pyschedelic sight.
Spinning faster, and faster, your feet leap into the air.
Just a being of bones, living without a care.
Painstakingly, you try to enjoy your every dollar,
You eat many foods, and buy a horoscope as a gyspy hollers
You feel you're a genius, a true scientist of this place.
You think you're in on their secrets, a part of their race.
You feel as though you've entered some dank underground...
Excited as an archeologist when a temple abandoned for 300 years is found.
But, you don't know all the truths that there are to know.
Everything is rigged to you... You curse at this very Show.
But... once again you feel yourself flying with the wind.
Your veins turn into a drainpipe for your adrenaline.
Then you realize that you have the mark of the sun.
Your face is sunburnt, and you let it spoil your fun.
You leave the enchantment and return back to soil.
You'll return to the carnival tomorrow, and fantasize and toil.
