Merri-Go-Round

Going round and round and round but not understanding why. Destroyed by the conflicting forces within and without. The world, an intangible, inaccessible blur that I am not a part of. I try to take in the beauty of its sweeping colors but am overcome with nausea. People try to get on with me, but fall off. I try reaching out to them, only to find myself unable to move, unable to touch them, unable to reach them in time. Time, a perpetual enemy yet the only constant in my dizziness. Somebody stop it, let me off. Maybe someone else wants a turn.