Pharmaceutical Playground

You can call it my high horse, but consider its confinement upon the carousel of chaos, where each mind is combined in concern for those behind as well as those ahead, too blinded to be reminded that each of us is seated in the center of a continuous chase with no concrete way of knowing who goes next. 

Mines a medicated merry-go-round spun round and round by the medicine man.

But just like a kid growing dizzy knows to leap off, I grow increasingly too afraid to jump off and find myself stuck spinning on solid ground. I'd much rather stay 'merry' and medicated than have to come to terms with staggering through a world standing still. 

Surreal as it may seem sometimes, the earth does turn, stuck in an eternal spin you stay standing still - what if its just self will. control, or strength that I lack, what if its all me having missed those early roots that now ground you what if getting off is to succumb to the end spun out of control.