Emotional Anarchy

A carousel circling leering faces.

Threatening in its repetition

Whir of color blast of heat

Round and round no stop for thought

Lights glistening, laughing,

whispering, and howling.

disappear to another revolution.

Desolate interaction, a trap theres no escape!

The scream of competing voices

Each wanting to reach the peak

Not knowing there are only ever glimpses

Ghosts of thought ; process rotating ever more