The Carousel

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At times it feels
like a carousel,
I'm afraid to embark.
Scrutinizing:
Does it spin too swiftly?
Will I be thrown off?
Will I get hurt,
or should I abstain?
When I finally gather courage,
pull myself together,
and wish to step on,
the momentum has waned,
the thrill dissipated,
the counterpart vanished,
and it's too late.
The longing must be stowed,
visions and dreams set aside,
until the next time
I'm granted a chance to ride.
Do I dare then,
while it's delightful,
or do I hesitate,
wait and ponder,
until once more it's too late?