Merry Go Round
Wild the day,
Like a merry go round.
For a while I came low,
Before soaring to the sky.
Spinning,
Out of my own control.
Nothing to fear I know,
But the fear itself.
Dizzy, Bizzy,
Vortex drawing me in.
A black hole of emotion,
Twisting me in a spin.
Then falling,
On hands and knees.
To the moist, cold earth,
But always laughing within.
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