I went on a carousel ride.
It was colourful, charismatic, and colloquial.
It was a ride I didn't want to get off.
My enjoyment (only momentary), was memorable.
But the eerie circus music in the background made the situation uncomfortable.
Eventually I had to get off the ride.
Which I came to terms with because,
I was moderately sick to my stomach from constantly going up and down.
The walk away from the carousel was slow,
I kept looking back thinking maybe I would purchase another ticket.
But I didn't want to wait in the line.
There was unplaceable persuasion telling me to go back on,
but the sickness rushed back over me;
reassuring me that one ride was enough.
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