We’re a tragic comedy of errors and fate;
Too short to ride the roller-coaster, too big for the teacups;
Standing face to face, in a room of trick mirrors;
Yet we reach out and touch hands; then turn our backs to each other;
Still holding gaze in reflection.
The fortune teller says we will be together forever;
we laugh and go our separate ways
and find each other at the same shooting table aiming for the same prize.
We keep going full circle and landing up where we started/ended/started/ended,
the distinction has become blurred,
we’re bumper cars with hearts and tears. © Christie Marie Kruger 2013