Around and around it goes..

The gaily painted horses with their soundless cries..

Invisible tears spilling from their shiney painted eyes..

Caught in the merry-go-round of life..

Never knowing the freedom to gallop head on..

Past the pain and past the strife..

Forever looking out toward the blurred & distant shore..

As they run this timeless race to the tinny carnival tune..

O'er and o'er they race, silhouetted against the moon..

Never winning...never losing...just turning round and round..

If you listen ever so closely you will hear