Snakes and Ladders

Swings and round-a-bouts, Snakes and Ladders

The melody lulls us along.

Shuffling shoes of conga line lemmings

Then the music ends with a gong.

Sliding down snakes and zooming up ladders

Ebbing and flowing with the tide.

Eyes down in silence

The roller coaster has finished its ride.

Over the cliff and into the void.

Living in a really bad dream.

How do I define the rest of my tomorrows

Now that I am no longer on the team?

Craig Buller (25/03/09)

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