we are all out on a joyous ride in a rickety merry go round.
happy shiny people all up for a spin.
i am in it too.happy starry me perched atop a greasy red chair.
the spin doesnt last more than a few minutes.
but as long as it does,it takes me on a trip.everything blurs and the conscience sneeks out the backdoor.

slowly as the tin-spin creeks to a halt it comes rushing back.
its like the luggage being returned after the "trip" is over.
only here you dont have anyone to drag your 'luggage' for you.

times like this dont you wish you didnt go for the trip in the first place?
i do.but the tin-spin has got me addicted.
i am up for a spin again.
the only thing i fear,i wont be able to drag my luggage tonight.