Moving back and forth 

round and round the merry go round

the calling

the falling 

the whisper it glimmers

but never seems to shine

I feel the heat of the ice in my shoes

I hate the feel of ice in my shoes

but love the feel of heat

The whispers are calling

they falling

round and round the sorrows go round

The east for the rich

the west for the vain

the earth for the whole

the death for the multitude

round and round the graveyard we go

Oh one in by another

out they come

rowing down that river death?

what is its name I cannot remember

round and round the useless we go

the purpose of it

I do not know

out they go and in they return

yet feet inside shoes walk as though

out they will stay.