Experiences in the darkness-Experiences with the Darkness

The Carousel

I used to think that dying
Was the end of living,
But the end of living,
Is giving up.
I used to think that a heartbreak
Was the end of loving,
But the end of loving,
Is letting your heart break you.
I used to think that life
Was like a carousel
Spinning out of control,
A cyclone made of gold and silver,
That will eventually end.
The painted horses will stop flying,
And the music will slow down.
But that isn't life.
The carousel never stops
We just jump off of the flying horses,
And scream, louder than the music.
We can't flee.
We can't scream.
We have to live with the speed,
Live in this dream.
And if you think that you'll fall off,
Then hold onto the hand
Of the person next to you.
Because everything will be okay.
It might never be the same,
But everything will be okay.