Spinning uncontrolled
Dizzy and stumbling about
Giddy as a child
Spinning uncontrolled
Dizzy and stumbling about
Giddy as a child
Wry or pained, OK
Irony works
It can lead to a chuckle
In a chuckle
There is often a laugh
And in a laugh, sometimes a guffaw
Happy and curious
Enthralled with
The foreigner
And his camera
What is there in a laugh that time avoids to know?
Look at all the people out there playing
Running from the past
“Can I make my bus,” he cries, “or will I see the show?”
We surround ourselves with time
Building with the laughter a doorway to the mind