Up on the carousel we go…
Along what ride? We do not know.
As it turns and churns and rolls in round
The eerie captain makes his sound.
All aboard! he yells
As all horses are held,
To what place? What story?
It’s too soon to tell.
We ride and smile at what whimsies we see
People laughing and leaving
From one to sixteen.
We ponder the scene as it churns by slow
And grow a set of eyes
To see what we don’t know.
Squeaks and cracks and rumbling motors
our ride rolls on
With just one more quarter.
We witness the world turn
Without the slightest concern,
Inviting our fairy tale
To take our journeys a’sail.
Memories and moments
Wrap around us in dance
In a lullay of time
Be it hypnosis or trance.
One more round
And the chime will sound,
Our mesmerized souls
Will touch back to to ground.
But no need to be wistful
Or full of sorrow,
For the ride rolls on–
Even after tomorrow!