Miniature Carousel

Miniature Carousel

Like a shelter in time
I put the ladder aside
I see a split in this picture
The temptation of nostalgia
I surely climb out of depth
On the next rung I miss a step
You go in circles spinning in place
In a miniature carousel

Is it a land I can see
Through the crack in the wall
I feel so lonely in this room
But don’t call me I’m turning on
My miniature carousel
Playing on a Merry-Go-Round
A pocket version of my mind
Playing with love and emptiness
Calling around for some kindness

I wonder if it’s worth enough
Should I look back or turn around
Until the sun is burning down the floor again
On my miniature carousel

I wonder if it’s worth enough
Should I go home and no way back
Paying Oreste some attention
In my miniature carousel
The end of time
Again again
The end of time
Should start again
On my miniature carousel
Oh dance with me
Look through the wind
Riding so fast
On a white horse
In the dark night
On a miniature carousel

iluustration : Rennes, Au Thabor, un tour de Chevaux de bois sur le Manège Bijou