Spinning round and round,
everything was magical and gold.
Pain waiting in the lounge
but you were not coming back.
this, it did not know

Up, down, up down,
then again.
You reached for the blinking lights,
thinking they made a good constellation,
the air was cold,
cheeks bright and crimson,
and you didn't care one bit.

The music was soft,
a lullaby straight from the music box,
and for a moment
you were a little ballerina--
swaying, twirling, living.

But all good things had to last.
This, you did not know.
You blinked once,
opened it with dusted eyes.