Something Old: A Perfect Circle

when the merry go round stops, the ride is over, and you are alone again. the music stops playing, the children stop smiling, the world stops spinning, and you are just you. same you that was there before the carousel took off. same one you didn't like. the ride is over, you're supposed to go home. ah, but you never made one. the other kids are off playing and smiling with their old friends and the cardinal and monkeys are gone back to their trees. and you're on the ground, waiting for the next ride, the next diversion from a you going nowhere, doing nothing, spinning but only in recollection of when you were someone else for a moment... happy, clear headed, giddy and dizzy. it was like romance in childhood, frivolous and fun. but the ride is over, and your friends have gone home and the world has stopped spinning, cycling, twirling you in its circular reasoning that keeps you where you are and tricks you into thinking otherwise.