Again and again,
Round and round,
The carousel keeps spinning.

It won't stop until I choose,
To die or keep on living.

The more I watch,
The worse it gets,
the horses all so blurry.

I must decide,
Yet still I hide.
After all, what's the hurry?

So I will take it day by day,
And watch the carousel spin on.

For now at least,
Again and again,
Round and round,
The carousel keeps spinning.