Ceiling Fan


I used to stare at the ceiling fan

Waiting for the day to come anew

Watching the blades go round and round

On the ceiling fan in my room

 

Round and round in circles

So much like my life

Revolving doors of memories

And people come and go as they like

 

I used to stare at the ceiling

Until my eyes would dimly shine

Then wake up to a revolving blade

Still going round a round

 

Somewhat like a carousel

So many ride and then get off

I’m waiting for those who stick around

So I can finally turn this fan off