Music Poem by Snow Maiden

The music takes her over
Her body a slave obeying each command
The beat demand.

She feels so sick she feels so bad out of control like she always had.
The merry go round spinning, spinning never wanting to stop
Her soul in p i e c e s. ticking away second by second by the clock.

The spotlight on her nowhere to turn
All she can do is be a puppet
obey the master
get away from the carnival
and dance.
Feeling trapped the button stuck on repeat
Al she can do is obey the beat…