Riding on the creaky carts through the twisted maze
Up and down, fast and slow through the dark, misty haze.
Bright lights flashing, quick spin, turned around
Now where are you going, trapped and bound?
Not having a choice you get off at the next stop
People start arriving as you stare at the empty lot.
Not quite understanding you know they are watching
Suspicious of the the quick glances and fake smiles towards where you are standing.
You move slowly through the ever thickening crowd,
Strangely enough still only quiet murmurs are heard, but you think it should be loud.
All these people quietly standing around, no screaming
As a new kind of cart pulls up beaming.
This one is not on the roller coaster track
This one could go where it likes and never bring you back.
All of the sudden a gun appears and a forceful hand
You look around, but cannot avoid it, in the cart you land.
Holding on, not knowing what to do, floating in this cart up above
Waiting for something to happen, others enter the cart with a shove.
And then we are off back into the gathering darkness outside the platform
Back to being chased and riddles to answer at passages, back where the chaos swarms.