It’s time to get off this merry-go-round
There’re people standing over there with guns
Each time I pass by, they take a shot at me, ridin’ high
So far, I’ve taken a few nicks, but I’m still alive
I’m gonna slide off this pretty pony, on the back side
With my stuffed animals in hand, headed for an exit plan
Enjoy life a bit more, with a little less hindering heartbreak
Ride my motor scooter outta this old circus, right through town
Say goodbye to my competing colleagues, fade them in my mirror
Paintin’ pretty pictures with my words and sippin’ my martini
Working when I want, and sleeping the day away just for fun
John had it right, that’s for sure
To bad, he didn’t follow his own words
© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series
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