There is a huge Merry-Go-Round, it is so bright and it turns so incredibly fast!
I watch it circle and circle again, I want to jump on but do I have the courage to take that first step. What if I miss the step? What if I don’t reach the hand hold?
What happens to the kids that fall off? Where do they go, I can’t see them.
If I manage to hold on and if I manage to climb on a tall horse will I be able to grab the ring?
I’ve got the ring, it’s mine.
About the Creator
Fred Looney
My first lifetime, I wrote in the language of computers. Now, in my "Retirement" I want to express my thoughts and feelings to other humans.
Please join me in this new adventure while I explore what I have been hiding in my subconscious.
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