The roundabout of life, spins sometimes slow, sometimes fast-
Yet the patterns remain the same and keep on track,
The insignificance of the players known, by screams amid
The spinning heads and involuntary upchucks of fluid,
Blurred streaks of flashing colours and light;
The eternal forces that push and pull,
Controlling decreased and increased plight,
Momentum causes the eyes to close and vision to dull
Which then helps ward off the dizziness-
But also renders even more helpless
And submissive- the occupants of the ride
The force of gravity leaves no place to hide,
Hold on to the sanity of empowered resilience
Or let go the truths of lived brilliance.
J.Bibi
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