Carousel

Just a little poem I found in one of my old writing books.

Lost
Spinning walls, with colors blurred from my vision. 
Its like riding a carousel that's going too fast for your mind to keep up. 
It makes your heart race. And even skip a beat. 
Such a thrill, each time you past that same familiar point, you know you're going around for another time. 
Suddenly the ride will end. And only you can pay the ticket to start again. 
Will you continue the ride,
Or am I waiting for the floor to finally stop spinning.

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Ha. This is interesting. I din't understand it at first but now I get it. Thas koo