The Carousel Poem by Genevieve Pilat

When I was young I used to ride
On an old fashioned carousel
A simple ride not too extreme
Nothing that would excel.

Its beauty I must admit sublime
Each detail you can't compare
Each horse looking different but equally regal
All given its own personal care.

Yet on the ride it was the same
Going nowhere but around
No change to the rhythm or the pace that was made
No excitement to be found.

On the ride there were some that simply enjoyed
The cycle that was so plain
They don't like the ups and downs of some rides
Everything must simply remain.

Yet I find that the carousel's too safe
I want adventurous rides instead
I'd rather prefer a roller coaster ride
Where I don't know what's up ahead.