Two tokens and I am in, under a sea of luminaries
I stepped onto another, albeit smaller, equally celestial.
The jealous lights marked out its boundaries
Within which horses hoard like soldiers before battle.
Slow at first, then fast as children hold their horses tight
With closed eyes hoping their steed could take them away
Up then down round and round the sound of ecstasy
Then disappointment — please exit from the side.
And as the Sun sees off the stars
The lights no longer hold the hope,
It stands alone now shrouded in bars —
the merry-go-round stops.