Riding the Carousel

She’s back on the carousel,
Riding it ‘round and ‘round.

Back again, trying to grab the brass ring
That she thought she’d gotten 15 years ago,
Only to find she had turned it into lead.

But now there are better riders,
And she knows
She cannot ride for much longer.

But she’s riding the carousel,
‘Round and ‘round.
Madly reaching for the ring.

But she is a fool.
She doesn’t know
The ring chooses to whom it will go.

There is no brass ring for her.

Los Angeles, 13 November 2013


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