The World Is A Merry-Go-Round Poem by Tony Adah

The world
Is a merry-go-round
If you escape from one point
You're caught in another
We carry a burden of desires
And the world spins them
All along our way.

We hussle for them
Like tomorrow no more
Getting and wasting
We Live like kings
We Live like princes
Looking down on the proletariat
Still We sit On time's wings
And on the edges of it

Perhaps there's another world
Where things abound
And the struggle is less
Who knows?
This is where
My preference would have been
In the quiet of my time
Sow sow and reap reap
Who knows If another world exists?