the generic classical piano recital song plays
my failures sit upon each horse and my regrets are in the booth seats
the beady eyes of the horses look right through my skin
fiery red and fluorescent yellow lights spin as I looses focus of what is real
The melody picks up and now upon each horse is sits all my past relationships
spinning, up and down to the continuous flow of the musical beat  
my friend Cam is on this ride with me
his smile reminds me to breathe
he rotates around, he is no longer in sight
there is a new horse in his position
I am thrown into panic then the horses move to a slower pace
the boys disappear
all that is left is me
the last three notes come to an end gracefully  
the ride stops abruptly and I halt forward
grabbing my things as quickly as I can as I walk off in a sweat