Merry go Round

I want to ride the merry go round

instead, I ride the bus

like all the other adult children

like all the rest of us.

Who would rather be on a porcelain pony

or on a camels back

we go to work like mindless drones

to keep the world on track.

We are told how to live our lives

do what you're supposed to do

we wake to another groundhog day

smile, never showing that we're blue.

From my office window

the wind blows through the trees

I'd rather be in the park, with string in hand

flying kites in the summer breeze.

When my children grow to adulthood

I will encourage them to break free

of society rules and roles

and be a child who climbs a tree.

Responsibilities cling like mud

and hold us to the ground

I would rather fly in the sky

or ride the merry go round.

Slow down and let the inner child in you come out to play, you deserve it.

Thank you, for taking the time to read my poem.

Jason Basaraba