A carousel turning around and around,

The music unceasing calliope sounds.

Emotions the horses upon which I ride,

First high and then low until finally I slide,

To the edge of the platform to try and get down,

But I fear if I make the leap to the ground. 

That things will not change for better but worse,

The fear of the unknown always a curse.  

Maybe one day I’ll learn how slow it all down ,

And finally get off this merry go round.

Karri Temple Brackett

May 28, 2023

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