Spinning round and round
Faster and faster
I try to catch my breath
But there is no time
No moment to stop
And appreciate the colors of the horses
The intricate design of the moving mandala
People getting on and off
The golden leaves on the ceiling
Amber wood beneath my feet
But I do see the staircase
Leading to the second floor
Oh, how I wish I could get up there
To see so much more
More than I ever knew before
I am sure the horses and the people and the golden leaves
Are so much better there
I am sure I will taste happiness
Once I get
Upstairs
I don't even know its a ride
A goddamn ride
Never have I ever stopped to wonder
Why
Why I am on it
Why I seek to excel
Why there is no difference
Between my heaven and my hell
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