Confusion

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

The carousel just won't stop,
Won't let me leave this ride;
This circle makes me look at love
When all I want is to hide.

And I don't know where I'm going,
But I sure know where I've been;
I need to get off this horse,
Before I fall, get hurt again.

I'd like to build a wall so high,
But there's no wall that can't be scaled;
Sooner or later, it would fall,
To leave my heart, once more, impaled.

There lies the great confusion,
For the piercing gives such pleasure;
Yet it aches more than I can bear,
This love that I do treasure.

It's said that when you hit water,
You need to stop digging the well;
But I keep digging deeper, deeper,
Till I reach a sort of lover's hell.

The fire burning there is so sweet,
But it's promise does often fade;
And when the well is dry, I'm left cold,
On the carousel where I once played.

I vow, once more, to get off that horse,
Walk away from it's confusing state;
Yet, each time I try to jump free,
I find myself captive to love's gait.