No one knew.

She’s trapped on a Merry- Go-Round.

Some days the sky is bright,

She rode a stallion with a smile.

Up and down, round and round she goes.

All the while the vivid colors intertwine,

Until they become a familiar shade of grey.

The porcelain figurines come to life,

Mimicking her deepest fears.

She screams to get off;

But she’s trapped.

Up and down, round and round she goes.

By the time the ride comes to a halt,

The blue skies turned to heavy clouds.

The girl sits in a huddle,

Crying, afraid to look up.

She’s trapped.

Up and down, round and round she goes.