from a certain perpective, sometimes i feel that my life is an always-spinning carousel ride. i spin around and around, hit square one time and again. after all that revolutions, im still stuck in the core of a neverending cycle, a series of pulls back and forth. i slow down to take a breather at times, but im still moving actually. no matter what happens, its not about me moving on but life thats moving on. regardless of how blue im flg, the earth doesnt stop revolving. it may seem that theres no point in moving around in circles, but each round i take, i see something different. changes set in when the surroundings morph into something else, from crowds of camaraderie, sparkling stars up above, the tinkling of laughter to glowy sunsets. i laugh and cry, but sometimes i cant hear myself when im galloping too fast admist the blasting music. when im afraid of falling, i hold on really tight but i loosen my grip and let freedom fly when im flg playful. the wind dances around me and takes me along although im just sitting still. dusk draws nearer, somebody singg softly to me. sometimes a hand slips into mine, a friendly wave catches my eye. then the music slows, love and flakes fall and i hear a gentle goodbye. on my own again.