round and round

again and again

its hard to find

the begining of the next

when it never stops

when it is timeless

when its all deja vu

and those cosmic gears

let me tell ya

they never stop turning

the laughter

the smiles

the fears

the mirrors

the music

the lights

the youthful aprehension

the stardust and snowflakes

so clearly

they all blur

aboard this carosel

and it just keeps turning

and churning

forever.