You find yourself trapped in a merry-go-round.
Except you find that you're no longer smiling with glee whilst enjoying the breeze,
tousling your hair.
You find yourself gripping on tight to the handle bar,
not knowing why you're still riding it when you feel the urge to hurl.
Not knowing how to jump off from the endless spin.
Not knowing what's awaiting for you out there.
clenched your fist and closed your eyes..
you continue to breathe in the air..
watching yourself spin round and r o u n d.
today, here and now.
again
and again.
Break away from one carousel and stumble on to the next..
Unless if you come across a collage of cycles..?
Like the mechanisms behind a grandfather clock.
Leap across from one to another,
you face cycles that intertwines with one another..
Perhaps you know what to expect
but the experiences are never the same,
you feel differently,
you react differently.
It's suppose to be safer to hang on rather than to let go,
because you'd be flying off into unknown directions.
why?
you love the torture till its hard to let go?
you love it regardless of the burden that comes along with it..
too afraid to be otherwise?
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