Woke up had this dream/vision playing out in my mind
All that glitters
Bright lights
Music
All the fun of the fair
Screaming shouting laughing
Painted faces
Side shows
Illusionist magic
slight of hand
Masquerades dancing
Enticing
anything goes
Being sucked in with the thrill of the fair
Thunderous rollercoasters
spinning me out of control
Flinging me into the air
My heads spinning can’t focus
Hall of mirrors
Distorting who I am
No time to think
Take breathe
This overwhelming cacophony of sound and vision
Bore down into my soul,
Holding my head
Covering my ears
Crouching
Curled into a corner
I began to scream
My head spinning
desperate,
Wanting out
But the faster I ran
harder I tried
The louder the noise
The brighter the lights
The endless of the
Carrousel spinning me out of control
round and round
The falseness,
emptiness overwhelmed
I sank to my knees
And through tear stained eyes
I cried out
As the worldly illusion of this
False utopia overwhelms
Slowly the music began to distort, slowdown
The lights began blur
This turntable of life
begins to slow down
Spring broken
Began to fade
I rub my eyes
Again and again
In the cold light of the day
began to focus
saw reality
Rags and tatters
A broken world
Rusted desolate
Fallen apart
Abandoned
Begging for help
pleading “Why me?”
Gone all the glitter, bright lights
Painted faces
Ring masters
Empty promises
Noise of unfulfilled dreams and promises
exchange for my soul
Hedonistic lies
Confused reality
This dreamscape
Of worldliness
Came into focus
In the light of day
a broken fantasy
Lost dreams
Desperately trying to cling onto a false reality
greed self-seeking
Satisfaction
A painted veneer
Of successful living
Where any thing goes
Fell away,
Like melted celluloid
Film trapped in the gate
the light of reality burns through
Hopelessness of chasing dreams of Shangri-La
Just an illusion away
With open heart
Reality struck
Saw souls
Trapped by this detritus
Of worldliness
Wallowing around in
Heartache and pain
Vainly trying to recreat their
Heaven on earth
Not looking to Jesus
And the cross
The author and finisher of their faith
All that glitters
Bright lights
Music
All the fun of the fair
Screaming shouting laughing
Painted faces
Side shows
Illusionist magic
slight of hand
Masquerades dancing
Enticing
anything goes
Being sucked in with the thrill of the fair
Thunderous rollercoasters
spinning me out of control
Flinging me into the air
My heads spinning can’t focus
Hall of mirrors
Distorting who I am
No time to think
Take breathe
This overwhelming cacophony of sound and vision
Bore down into my soul,
Holding my head
Covering my ears
Crouching
Curled into a corner
I began to scream
My head spinning
desperate,
Wanting out
But the faster I ran
harder I tried
The louder the noise
The brighter the lights
The endless of the
Carrousel spinning me out of control
round and round
The falseness,
emptiness overwhelmed
I sank to my knees
And through tear stained eyes
I cried out
As the worldly illusion of this
False utopia overwhelms
Slowly the music began to distort, slowdown
The lights began blur
This turntable of life
begins to slow down
Spring broken
Began to fade
I rub my eyes
Again and again
In the cold light of the day
began to focus
saw reality
Rags and tatters
A broken world
Rusted desolate
Fallen apart
Abandoned
Begging for help
pleading “Why me?”
Gone all the glitter, bright lights
Painted faces
Ring masters
Empty promises
Noise of unfulfilled dreams and promises
exchange for my soul
Hedonistic lies
Confused reality
This dreamscape
Of worldliness
Came into focus
In the light of day
a broken fantasy
Lost dreams
Desperately trying to cling onto a false reality
greed self-seeking
Satisfaction
A painted veneer
Of successful living
Where any thing goes
Fell away,
Like melted celluloid
Film trapped in the gate
the light of reality burns through
Hopelessness of chasing dreams of Shangri-La
Just an illusion away
With open heart
Reality struck
Saw souls
Trapped by this detritus
Of worldliness
Wallowing around in
Heartache and pain
Vainly trying to recreat their
Heaven on earth
Not looking to Jesus
And the cross
The author and finisher of their faith