Away Away far far away It keeps getting boring with each passing day Sails the ship slow and steady Each day has its problems and every one is ready Some hows it’s a carnival a delusion a trance Evey one is lonely they greave then they dance Some keepers some jokers some making sounds And all animals just watching the merry go round The colt is a horse now and he has been sold He will now work his life long that he’s been told These journeys will never end from one port to next He will have to win races make money take test Just this time between the laps these short trips Where hes in the basement of big bottom ships Learns that the running and pushing is a worthless game The crowd has just two words a praise or a shame So nothing to worry it matters to none those who don’t know you or who call u son All just counting and u have almost returned their spend.. No use going further now this life needs an end
I just wonder, how each n every line connects with me, must be a damned big coincidence... Still, I liked these lines, JLT...... Now,now this looks beautiful. Lets see if I can rep it.......
beautiful...i luv d way u hv described the feelings of dt horse...which itself can't spk but is making u spk its wrds @horsesmouth: i guess u cud relate it wid u coz of d description of the 'ship world' i didn't pay attention on the name of the poet/ess earlier....i thought u hd written this lol
