It's a whirly, twirly,
Common speed
Of-sound adventure,
Every day
Taking precedence
Over past
Rotations-
Colors blend to gray.
Carousel sounds
Of human babble
Turn music
To upturned ears.
A grinning face,
A stupid act,
Turns private talk
To public cheers
Of admiration-
There stands one
Who feels no shame
In truth heartfelt.
And again the words
Whip-whirl around,
Reality blurs
As you start to melt.