I remember merry-go-rounds, the first time I saw one,
Bright red, on it was a screaming kid - having fun apparently,
At seven, it was all I could see in the park playground
I had the whole park to see and I hoped to - eventually.
I was too eager to join in the spin and pretty soon I did
It started rotating and I was impatient to scream
If only I could spin faster, faster than the other kid
The spin got quicker, almost like in a dream.
Laughing like an idiot, I saw the park starting to blur,
I was in Paradise and the last I wanted was to slow
I wanted to keep on but before long I wasn't so sure
The park got blurrier and my head got heavier
I screamed and I was screaming for the ride to stop
I held on harder the more I wanted to get off
It wasn't fun any more but I was scared of the fall
I had the whole park to see and I was going nowhere
Everybody else on a picnic, me mindlessly spinning,
Screaming to deaf ears and the apathetic watching souls.
After a while, I succumbed to inertia and kept turning
All I remembered was the first time I saw a merry-go-round
and the screaming kid and wished I hadn't gotten on.
