June 12: The Merry Go Round

There is no time to lose composure
Just because things are tough
And you believe you don't have enough
This is no way to act like one so unsure

We've all felt the hammer coming down
And the axe taking its swing
Cutting into everything
Friends, family and even our town

Too late or too soon
The pressure will burst your balloon

You fill up
And let go
Drown in a liquid
So you can forget all you know
Weekend to weekend
Five days for sinking
And being spun around
On life's merry go round

There's that feeling of being spun
In all sorts of directions
Stripping the armors protection
An easy target for life's weapons

Raise your glass past
Your stressed heads height
Seek approval from the left and the right
As if this is the way die should be cast

Never too late or too soon
For the pressure to burst your balloon

You fill up
And let go
Drown in a liquid
So you can forget all you know
Weekend to weekend
Five days for sinking
And being spun around
On life's merry go round

When are you going to get off
And take a good look around?
See that there's so many
On the merry go round
Spinning and spinning
Without an ending
And simply accepting
What they thought was winning

You fill up
And let go
Drown in a liquid
So you can forget all you know
Weekend to weekend
Five days for sinking
And being spun around
On life's merry go round


I think there's allot of people in my generation who've accepted this idea that drinking is the be all and end all. All problems are solved with a drink. How that happened, I don't know?