Merry Go Round

8.18.03

Two steps forward,
always seem to take me
Two steps back.

I'm glued to the merry-go-round now,
and I've misplaced my ticket.
All the beautiful, white ponies are taken,
leaving behind mere shadows.

I grasp the gold pole,
desperately trying to hold on
Faster and faster I ride,
each minute goes by,
without my permission

But, how did I get here?
I don't meet the height requirement,
I never could
I'm stuck in this endless loop,
and I'm afraid to step off.

I'm not sure of much right now,
I couldn't fully grasp the concept if I tried
Even if it was laid out
on a silver platter,
it wouldn't be enough for me

The only way to get where I am going
is to stay on,
BREATHE in,
and keep riding.
Because it's not the destination that matters,
it's the journey.