The Carousel Ride

 

I took a ride on this carousel
How giddy I’d get, time could only tell
Saw the others in front and to every side
On each face a smile, a twinkle on each eye

How I got here, is something I dont understand
How did I reach here, in no man’s land?
At the entrance , I was just like the others
Just as naive innocent, and clueless

The warm up to the ride was something rather inviting
With warm shades, pastel, some bright, some blinding
Then the carousel picked up pace, and before I knew
I sat wide awake on the ride, my seat the color blue

I looked around wildly to see, not a single face around
I stand in shock , heartbroken and dumbfound
So the ride was done, I had a ball
And now there’s nothing left, at all . . .