(Author's Note: Another day of questionable mental state, another poem...)

Carousel

It's hard to decide
If the music inside
Is screaming or whispering my name
Down on my knees
Can all of these things
Leave me and keep me the same?

Its this noise in me
That makes it hard to breathe
And I can't see far enough ahead to believe
Is all of it real
I'm beginning to feel
For the first time I'm finally free

On the carousel round and round
I wonder if I make a sound
I'm stuck somewhere between lost and found
All I want is to be homeward bound