Life is a broken Merry Go ‘Round,
Continuously whirling in blurry rotations
Existence comes to a lull as if there is no sound,
It is a lot like life on those cracking, plastic horses
Ongoing commotion and busy, blustering occurrences,
Wondering if the melodies will fade away
Considering if the orbit will slow or sway,
All of this bemusement makes my head pound
I feel as though I am being drowned,
Demolishing the sound barrier today
Escaping the circular motion, I may,
Lights softly dazzle into the auburn skies
And I realize…
That broken and bewildered Merry Go ‘Round will screech and halt but life will keep spinning.
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