It's too late now:
The heart holds fast.
Mind steeps in memories.
The whys escape.
There's no beginning anew.
The Ferris wheel turns
'Til the money's worth has spun.
Inevitability looms.
No backing out.
The road is spiked
Like a drive-in movie,
One way.
Can't change the mind
Can't fool the heart.
Don't need to know why.
Don't want to stop.
Don't want to go.
Copyright 1986, Diana W. Smith, All Rights Reserved