One Merry-go-round After Another

Jumping onto your merry-go-round,
You start spinning,
Once around,
You begin thinking about it,
Slow at first,
Gradually getting faster,
You go around a couple more times,
Picking up pace,
You get going,
Faster,
Faster,
And still faster yet.
You start losing your sense of security,
Your sense of knowing.
Where are you?
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
A couple more times around.
You start to get lost in the chaos,
You start to get confused,
Yet a few more times around,
And still getting faster.
You're out of control,
Spinning round and round,
Not stopping and showing no signs of slowing.
Faster and faster,
More times around,
No control,
No grasp of reality,
You start to get scared.
Am I going to stop?
How am I going to stop?
You're world and the real world run together creating one big blur.
You reach out,
Searching for that anchor,
That sliver of hope,
That single chance,
That one thing that can slow you down,
Reaching out,
You wonder,
What will it be?
What will save you from the confusion?
What will be your light at the end of the tunnel?
You reach out further and find exactly what you were looking for.
You come to a dead stand still.
Time doesn't exist.
Life doesn't exist.
You look down to see what has saved you.
A hand.
Curiosity catches you.
You move from the hand that so generously saved you to the arm.
Next your eyes wander to the neck and then to the lips and on up.
You reach the eyes.
Gazing into them you realize,
From the moment you touched that hand,
And you thought that you had been saved,
You hadn't.
You were just thrust onto a completely different merry-go-round.
One with all new thoughts and dreams.
One that you can't be saved from.
One of love.