Comme ci comme ca

Once hoisted upon shoulders

To be paraded around town

Air tasted better from the throne

Vision is clearer

Life went by faster

With colors streaming in the peripherals

Now another head turned in the crowd

Straining all senses to capture the moment

Because life drifts by so slowly in the waste land

Seamen sink under the weight of despair in the doldrums

With tears streaming in the peripherals

If we're always moving, always spinning

Dizzying our minds with distorted monsters of the truth

can perspective be achieved?

Trace the line and see

That I'm just twirling in circles