Ferris Wheel

Crowded alone, for a lonely cry, Grasping, pleading, aching to feel, Feeling hurt, not knowing why, Like riding on a Ferris Wheel. With desperate desolations, Little rationalizing minds, Like an imagined indecision, Just like elation in a bind. Then sanity comes round again, Turning to meet up with before, Go round, Go round, Go round, my dear, Around the circle, dear, once more. I stop and gaze, and then I see, A lovely lovers gallery, Those gone, those here, those yet to be, All Stars, my love, my galaxy.