The Merry-Go-Round of life.
It starts the moment we are born.

The first time we see light,
Shining down into our eyes from up above.
The ceramic horses rise --
And so do we.

With every first --
First step,
First laugh,
First friendship.
The first embrace.

The first time we feel --
Joy,
Pride,
Excitement,
Astonishment.

And just like they rise --
The horses fall,
And so do we.

With every first --
First lie,
First hurt,
First tear.

And with every last --
Last embrace,
Last glance,
Last goodbye.

But the beauty of it,
Is that it never stops.
Not for the good,
Not for the bad.

Life keeps on going.
Every moment is a new opportunity,
And the old ones are forever in the past.

Memories lost somewhere between time and space,
Between the mirrors and music,
Tucked under the floorboards,
Hidden away,
Forgotten.
Like everything else.
In the beautiful Merry-Go-Round of life.