Created, our souls await their turn
Like the riders who preceded us, we buckle into our seats 
Up, down; fast, slow, or stationary
Around we go 
With each revolution, we see more than the one before
In the gravity of time, we remember the ride won’t last forever
Slow turns in the beginning, slow in the end 
Some laugh, some hold on
Many forget the ride is but a moment 
Occasionally remembering to glance around us
Holding hands
Music, smiles, the breeze passing
This is life
Subtly shifting in speed, the merry-go-round begins it deceleration 
A sign for the wise to enjoy their final revolutions
taking advantage of each and every turn
Savoring the experience
How the time flies