Sometimes life is like a merry-go-round,
Beasts, wild or untamed, circle around and around.
As lights flash and loud music plays,
People ride in joy, pain, or dreary boredom.
When at last the music slows and the circling
beasts stop,
Some humans choose to ride that carousel
again and again,
Circling over and over around a fixed point.
Others are happily ready to move to a different
fixed center point,
A dissimilar ride, softer music, tamer beasts--
different people.
Then they will again circle around and around
until they are ready to move to another
point and start circling again and again.