It's a crazy life I lead, constantly spinning about, seemingly out of control. I'm always at the beck and call of others, and there seems to be little I can do about that. There are a few days when I get a rest of sorts, free from the manic screaming and the need to be perpetually moving. Normally, these are when things have gone wrong, or when it's particularly cold. There's not a lot you can do on a day like that.
I suppose I'll carry on, giving other people pleasure. That's what it means to be a fairground carousel.
I suppose I'll carry on, giving other people pleasure. That's what it means to be a fairground carousel.
