Koan in a Carousel

[00:00] I
[04:44] II

Verse 1
I woke up in a dream that was fast asleep
With a clock on the ceiling counting backward cheap
There’s a door in the mirror that refuses to reflect
Says, “Come right in if you don’t expect.”

Rain falls upward, streets turn blue
My shadow takes a walk before I do
A whisper in the teacup says, “Boil your fear,”
Then disappears when I put it to my ear.

Pre-Chorus
Nothing makes sense but my heartbeat’s pleased,
The more I get lost, the more I’m released.

Chorus
Spinning in a circle that goes straight through,
Everything is false and strangely true.
Upside down halos, saints in disguise,
Laughing while they’re crying with wide-shut eyes.
If you think you understand, you missed it, dear—
Welcome to the place where it all gets clear.

Verse 2
There’s a monk in a nightclub counting stars in gin,
Every empty glass is a tiny violin.
He says, “What’s the sound of a thought you don’t think?
What color is the ocean when it forgets to sink?”

I met God in the subway reading cheap cartoons,
Trading sacred mantras for old balloons.
He said, “If you want the secret, I’ll give you none—
The joke’s on the seeker, the punchline’s one.”

Pre-Chorus
Logic took a holiday, doubt took the wheel,
We crashed into a silence that began to feel.

Chorus
Spinning in a circle that goes straight through,
Everything is false and strangely true.
Upside down halos, saints in disguise,
Laughing while they’re crying with wide-shut eyes.
If you think you understand, you missed it, dear—
Welcome to the place where it all gets clear.

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*Rap Section (ironic)*
Yeah…
Let me break it down so you don’t get it at all,
This is self-help for the existential pratfall.
Step one: lose track of steps, that’s key,
Step two: realize there’s no “you” to be.

I put my faith in a fortune cookie app,
It said, “Delete the future, take a nap.”
My guru’s just an auto-corrected text,
Turns every “why me?” into “why next?”

Buy one illusion, get two doubts free,
Limited time, plus shipping on your identity.
They sell enlightenment in extra large,
But the fine print says: “Nobody’s in charge.”

So I filed a complaint with the cosmic court,
They replied with a meme: “Life’s too short.”
If irony’s a ladder, I climbed in reverse,
Found heaven at the bottom of my own universe.

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Bridge
In the fog, in the noise, in the glitch in your plan,
There’s a tiny little stillness humming, “Yes, you can.”
When the ground disappears and the sky won’t stay,
You’re exactly where the path gives way.

Ask the moon what your name is, it just shines back,
Ask your breath where it goes when you lose the track.
Every falling piece is a hidden key,
Every “I don’t know” whispers, “You are free.”

Chorus (bigger, more misty)
Spinning in a circle that goes straight through,
Everything is false and strangely true.
Upside down halos, saints in disguise,
Laughing while they’re crying with wide-shut eyes.
If you think you understand, you missed it, dear—
Welcome to the place where it all gets clear.

Final Tag
So when the world dissolves into smoke and pun,
And your tight little answers come undone—
Just bow to the chaos, let the riddle steer,
There’s a hidden holy punchline:
You’re already here.