It’s fascinating to me how intriguing it all is
Something so simple
Going around and around in the same circle
Listening to the same jingle
I’m convinced that the magic is the ability to rest on something different
Whether it be a horse
Giraffe
Lion
Elephant
Somehow, going around in circles seems special for that 2 minutes and 46 seconds
That’s what love looks like
A continuous circle
The same blessings
The same tragedies
Life
Death
Joy
Pain
But somehow when you can rest on someone different
Someone whom your soul longs for
Fights for
It’s bliss
The same routine is now euphoric
Still feeling pain
Sorrow
Good and evil
But it’s better, it’s bearable
60 years from now I’ll be going around the same circle
Listening to the same jingle
And with matching porch chairs and cozy sweaters
It will still be nothing short of magic