My words spill out like nectarines -
out of the carriage
I am riding in.
And I am getting tired of the ride.
Maybe I've always been tired.

But the wheel turns and screams
that nobody wants to hear
about just feeling tired.

Because everyone feels tired.
So dress it up
in pretty dresses
and show it off at parties
to your friends.

Look at my new masterpiece...
a story with a third act...
and a fourth...
forever onward, nothing more.

Nothing is a silly word;
ineffable is too.
It's true, the carousel stopped spinning
when the sky turned blue.

And I'm so tired, oh so tired.
I am not a thief for hire.
No, I'm just a thief for free,
'cause freedom meant the most to me.
Even though I never felt
I ever got to touch the thing,
it made happier than you could know
to just believe I could make it spin.

Carriage on, just carry on.
The wheels don't even touch the mud.
And I'm just being dragged and
all the nectarines
are chewing on the flies.

cool

I this. Even though I'm annoyed that I just found it. Great write.

definately feeling this amazing, as always..

Great write!!