Life as a Carnival Ride

Carnival lights, bright balloons,
crazy mazes in mirrored rooms.
Take my hand, as we ride
through our Haunted House to the other side.

Angels fly in front of me.
Devils close to my back,
flames lick my heels
always two steps up, four behind.

Life seems to be a ride.
We climb the hills groaning,
push against tough times,
takes all your strength for the climb.

Then you can breathe again.
Over the top,
an exhilarating feel of the win,
a rush takes your breath away.

A balance beam we walk,
not too far right or left.
We all fall, hope for a cushion
bounce from dark to light.

Chase dreams far into the night
don't leave them between sheets.
Bring sparkling images, crystal stairs,
in the sunlight to claim for yourself.

We are free to create.
Sketch a future, shape destinies,
love with passion. Keep the best ahead.
Learn from mistakes what to leave behind.