No Funhouse


Reflex tells me to open my eyes
As a kaleidoscopes of images
Flood my mind
My past haunting me
Day and night
Like seeing my reflection in a mirror
At the carnival funhouse
Distorted and grotesque
Ever changing yet always the same
Not much of a funhouse
More like a funhouse or a freak show
The way the images cast fear and doubt into my life
The world spins, vision blurs
As one image races to the next
Never ending, it seems useless
There's no understanding
Behind the turn of events
That has placed me where I am today

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