Ebb and Flow

Thoughts roll around inside my head forever churning and turning like a compost pile for a garden's spread I miss so many things about writing those things now long gone part of my history Silly lyrics that express a form of emotion when did this carousel stop turning and who ate all the cotton candy There are so many things I wish I could say over coffee just making small talk about fairs and such but I do not trust my friends to care I try to remain loyal to all I know that remains a stone even though stones do not talk or express emotion my life is like the sands of the sea I think next time I shall ride a seahorse looking into the bright mirrors with candy apple smiles but I know I will never go to a fair again sand is now, my life