On the Carnival Wheel

Is the Magic?

Is the magic in the river,

In the lake, quake, spring or shiver?

In the rain, pain, gain or grain

Or the things you can’t explain?

In the crying or the trying

In the living or the giving?

Is it down among the rocks?

Is it shining on the docks ?

Can you catch it in the mind?

Up ahead or far behind?

Is it latent is it free?

Is it patient, does it bleed?

Is it in or all around us?

Is it seeking, has it found us?

Is it waiting?

Is it baiting?

Will it vanish, is it swift?

Are we banished? Will it lift?

Is it captured, is it freed?

Is it rapture?

Is it deed?

Is it waiting, have we lost her?

Are we all just one imposter?

Does it take a little faith?

Is it breathing, is it wraith?

Does it deal in second chances?

Is it real in late night dances?

Are we in it, is it in us?

Were we ever even here before it was?

Is it hidden, is it scared?

Will we ever be prepared?

Is it reaching, is it teaching?

Are we leeching as we're preaching?

Does it frown or will it drown if we often let it down?

Is there more here than there seems?

Is it wishing, does it dream?

Does it whisper, can it scream?

When you saw it, did it gleam?

Is it knowing?

Are we growing?

Is it glowing?

Are we showing?

And if it’s hidden up our sleeve,

Is it all just make believe?

Is it just the wake we weave?

When we’re frightened does it grieve?

Is it glance or is it chance?

Is it dance or is it trance?

Is it fate

and are we late?

Why so often hesitate?

Can we keep it in our cage?

Does it mingle with our rage?

Does it dwindle as we age?

And is it written on the page

Will it tingle in our graves?

Will it want us?

Does it need us?

Would it taunt us?

Would it heed us?

Will it haunt us?

Could it feed us?

Is there something up above it?

Have the thinkers always loved it?

Is it infinite potential,

Or just all experiential?

And have you ever chanced to see a seer?

Have you ever sought a seeker?

Would you speak it even, if you see her?

I wonder whether were we.

I shudder, ever earth be...?

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Making waves

One morning I noticed I‘d made up my luck

When I just didn’t give a fuck.

With wanting and itching I’d wished away my life

Till I looked in the mirror and saw only strife.

And still, my time was rife.

All the worlds that I’ve worked lying written in the Earth.

And I’d thought it was all just dirt.

Well I’d planned to take a stand

Til I slipped from solid land.

Was it my hand

That washed away the sand?

All the living that I’d led

I’d created in my head

And my thoughts- were floating all around.

Cause I fought and I sought and I screamed out loud

But my cries were drowning in the crowd.

And a god with a plan who could take me by my hand

But in his stead

Alone I had to stand.

Wish he’d shown what he’d known but he left us all alone.

Instead

I had to stand.

I was trying just to stand

Til I slipped from solid land.

Was it my hand

That washed away the sand?

And we’re given our commands by the messages we send

And I wondered when would it end?

I took a little gasp when I saw at last

That my past was made of all I’d asked.

Thought I saw through my own mask.

Now I’ve tasted and I’ve dreamed

And I’m wasted and I’ve screamed

And I can’t believe I’ve seen

I just can’t believe what I’ve seen

I just can’t believe I’ve seen.

I was dying just to stand

When I slipped from solid land

Was it my hand

That washed away the sand?

Well I’ve listened in the rain and I glistened through the pain

But the stains remained within my brain.

Then I felt the nothing left

As I waited for my death

But first would come my breath

And we’ve only time to spend

Still we only just pretend

Well my friend, it never ends.

Yes my friend, it’ll never end.

So gaze upon the empty pages

What is it, then, that gathers ages?

I wonder What for all the rage is?

And who for all this constant rage is.

And when you’ve never hesitated this long

And you’ve never created so wrong

Then as long as the feeling’s still strong

We just own this on and on.

We just own This

On and on.