Round and round a merry-go-round,

of Life and Love and Pain.

once you’ve seen all there is to be seen,

you see it all again.

Up and down on the merry-go-round,

on steeds of mystery.

some go fast and some go slow,

but all run out eventually.

I look up from this merry-go-round

of “Do all you can in this life.”

i see a path with a living horse,

but not one that comes without strife.

i wonder if the horse will goon a path that leads to an end,

on a path that takes me on some better trip

than this infinite wheel of men.

But for now,

Round and round a merry-go-round,

of Life and Love and Pain.

once you’ve seen all there is to be seen,

you see it all again.