Round The Roundabouts

Oh, the world is wonderful

Bees buzz by the river

And wafting hands turn into waves

That disappear in the laughter

Of my own memories.

and oh, this life is beautiful 

the waving hands turn into seas

disappearing in my memories.

I see my younger self's hand fall

As I'm carried on the thrall of lights

All blue, and flashing 

And tearing in and out and 

Weaving round the roundabouts.