The Carousel

January 29, 2011
The average life is full of near misses and perfect hits.
Of adventurous love that intoxicates you to the point of no return.
Of the violent aftershocks of small disasters rocking the foundation.
It’s made up of drowning or floating, sinking or swimming.
Of walking away until you burn through the soles of your shoes.
It’s filled with blood pouring on to pages but seeing nothing hidden there.
Of standing under white flags, collapsing to the floor in another surrender.
It’s made of nothing, and everything.
It’s totally ordinary and unquestionably spectacular.
What you’ve got to realize is, it’s all here, now.
So, take a deep breath, sigh and sigh again,
Because life swirls around you like a black and white tornado in color.
It picks up the train you’re sitting on and sends it rocketing into orbit;
Not even the conductor can stop it from crashing into a star.
So you sit on the multi color carousel and it never stops turning.
Until, that one fateful day when the last star burns out and it all…
Goes black.

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