Full sails

I'm on the carousel
with horses whining:
my daily apocalypse
spins me around;
cornered by milestones
I try to reason
with beasts unruly,
love life and profit.
Their fangs are sharp, their rule rip-roaring
I bite and snarl:
why does nobody see my toil?
Why don't they understand?

They just pretend
that life's a simple line
when truth speaks in high tones
of rebel ropes and rusty nails,
tearing at the full sails!
Tearing at the full sails!