The artificial horse is on the track of repetition.

 

As I sit on this boring ride,

I know precious moments are wasted with each spin.

 

The carousel is igniting sparks in my mind,

Ready to explode with the fuel of impatience.

 

In order to get off the wheel of boredom,

I must take a stand and stop going in circles.

 

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