a carousel horse again,
like I did when I was a child.
Not just any horse, though,
I want to ride the white one
with the royal blue bridle
and flaming red saddle.
That’s the one that seemed to gallop high
as it went round & round and up & down,
taking me away on an unforgettable adventure
that had no beginning and no end.
Some riders would reach out trying to snag
the brass ring and get a free ride,
but others, like me, didn’t care,
all we wanted was to feel
the wind hitting our faces,
our hair flying wildly like manes;
it was energizing, exhilarating, liberating,
there were no worries, no frustrations
or disappointments to hold us back.
When we rode the carousel horses
we were galloping away, away, away,
feeling free & invincible in our innocence,
the world beyond was a whirling blur
that did not matter or cause concern.
Oh to ride that carousel horse again,
to feel free & indomitable,
even if only for a brief moment,
even if only in my dreams.
Not just any horse, though,
I want to ride the white one
with the royal blue bridle
and flaming red saddle.
That’s the one that seemed to gallop high
as it went round & round and up & down,
taking me away on an unforgettable adventure
that had no beginning and no end.
Some riders would reach out trying to snag
the brass ring and get a free ride,
but others, like me, didn’t care,
all we wanted was to feel
the wind hitting our faces,
our hair flying wildly like manes;
it was energizing, exhilarating, liberating,
there were no worries, no frustrations
or disappointments to hold us back.
When we rode the carousel horses
we were galloping away, away, away,
feeling free & invincible in our innocence,
the world beyond was a whirling blur
that did not matter or cause concern.
Oh to ride that carousel horse again,
to feel free & indomitable,
even if only for a brief moment,
even if only in my dreams.
