From the center of the carousel,
I see it all go by.
All shades of different colors,
Flash before the eye.

From the center of life's carousel,
The view, alike, as such,
Changes travel just as fast,
It's shades are just as much.

And with each rotation,
And every unfocused sight,
By motion we are blinded,
As if stunned by a bright light.

And still here in the center,
Anchored, remaining still,
The carousel keeps circling,
Despite the strongest will.