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I can't get off this merry-go-round.
Every time I try to dismount the horse
I nearly tumble to the ground.
So I hold on for dear life; the sound
of the carousel becomes a dizzying force.
I can't get off this merry-go-round.
Like a fox hiding from bloodhounds,
I am frozen. I have no recourse.
I nearly tumble to the ground.
From every side I am surrounded;
I search for an exit, I cry myself hoarse.
I can't get off this merry-go-round.
So there it is, my life an endless circle - I'm bound
to keep repeating the same mistakes. I can't change course -
I'll certainly tumble to the ground.
Worse than the old dreams in which I drowned,
fear overtakes me, my past filled with remorse.
I can't get off this merry-go-round;
I know I'll tumble to the ground.
Every time I try to dismount the horse
I nearly tumble to the ground.
So I hold on for dear life; the sound
of the carousel becomes a dizzying force.
I can't get off this merry-go-round.
Like a fox hiding from bloodhounds,
I am frozen. I have no recourse.
I nearly tumble to the ground.
From every side I am surrounded;
I search for an exit, I cry myself hoarse.
I can't get off this merry-go-round.
So there it is, my life an endless circle - I'm bound
to keep repeating the same mistakes. I can't change course -
I'll certainly tumble to the ground.
Worse than the old dreams in which I drowned,
fear overtakes me, my past filled with remorse.
I can't get off this merry-go-round;
I know I'll tumble to the ground.
Villanelle. WiP.
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Good match of rhyme scheme to content. I find it interesting that you ride the horse, as the hunters would on a fox hunt, but feel like the fox that is running from the hunt. The hunter feeling like the hunted, bound together. The person supposedly having free will, yet bound by past decisions. I think many people would identify with this cycle and the correlation between freedom and self entrapment.
Ironic... we fear the pain of a tumble and yet it is that fall to the cold, hard ground of reality that we sometimes need to enable us to stand up again rather than cling to a self-defeating cycle.
Ironic... we fear the pain of a tumble and yet it is that fall to the cold, hard ground of reality that we sometimes need to enable us to stand up again rather than cling to a self-defeating cycle.