Is like a carousel,
and there's a pleasant sensation,
and it makes your head spin.
So many gaudy animals to choose from.
You get used to the dizziness.
The music is loud,
and there's an onlooking crowd.
It's so much fun
to go round and round.
Stay on too long and you forget how it feels
to be on stable ground.
These zebras and giraffes.
These benches and poles.
They do nothing for me anymore.
They've turned into hurdles.
You can't get anywhere
when you're just going in circles.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Is like a carousel,
and there's a pleasant sensation,
and it makes your head spin.
So many gaudy animals to choose from.
You get used to the dizziness.
The music is loud,
and there's an onlooking crowd.
It's so much fun
to go round and round.
Stay on too long and you forget how it feels
to be on stable ground.
These zebras and giraffes.
These benches and poles.
They do nothing for me anymore.
They've turned into hurdles.
You can't get anywhere
when you're just going in circles.
The ride's gotta end sometime
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