Carousel
Life is like a carousel.
It starts off kind of slow;
We pick our horse and settle in
And then we start to go.
Some ponies are ahead of us.
We follow on their trails;
And sometimes when we look ahead,
We only see their tails.
But we’re ahead of other steeds;
Yet as we rise and fall,
We realize that when all is done,
It matters not at all.
For everybody’s journey,
As we travel round and round,
Rewards us with the joy and peace
We have or haven’t found.
The music soon begins to slow
And we cannot pretend
To be oblivious to what
We know to be the end.
For even one more ticket
Fleeting pleasure will provide.
The trick is understanding
That we’re just here for the ride.
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