Fleeting

Standing on the outside,
Watching the merry-go-round
Go round
And round.
Watching the alternating yellow and orange panels pass by.
First one, then the other.
Standing on the outside,
Watching emotions go by.
First happiness, then sadness.
Then happiness again.
Fleeting.
Happiness brushes by.
The breeze left in its wake touching my cheek
As it is onto sadness now.
And then back again.
How strange to realize in the midst of happiness that sadness will come round again.
But happiness is just around the corner. Again.
What form will it take when it comes?
Will I recognize it?
Or be looking backwards at the sadness?
Or past happiness?
And miss the next round of joy?

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