The fairground is said to be a great place
With animals in cages,
And countless children at play.
I fail to see the allure.

All I can remember when I find myself here,
Is walking around in circles,
While losing the one I was drawn to.

Yet I find myself here,
In this ghastly place.
Gates flooded with joyous faces
Looking to bet on horse races
And get cheated by underhanded games.
All the while I try to turn the page
And find a better beginning.