I’m walking through a carnival alone,
Which is nice, because my head’s been
very crowded lately.

The people run around and laugh and smile,
Which is comforting, because I’ve felt
very lonely lately.

I get on the Spaceship and spin and spin,
Which is poetic, because I feel like
I’m just going in circles lately.

The Slingshot takes me up and up and up,
Which is refreshing because I’ve been
pretty down lately.

A girl stumbles from the Scrambler and vomits funnel cake,
Which makes me jealous of her ability
to feel release.

I leave the carnival grounds and sit against an old tree,
Which is well needed, because I’m sick
of having no one to lean on.