Wistful Carousel


When you stop asking yourself
if this is where you
ought to be
you turn into a defunct carousel
in an anticipated abeyance
and its dreary peace

They ask me how I am
I say “Sometimes,
I get along with people.
Sometimes, I get used to them”
It’s always about
the people -
the centrifugal point
of life

Sometimes I sojourn -
clad in dark in the open light,
sometimes I give up passing smiles,
sometimes I am chagrined,
too tired to play
the silly and wistful

(via lzlabseesu)