Roundabout

Some days, you realize that you get to a roundabout.
Not a crossroad junction.

This is a little bit different.
You do not have to make a choice, if you rather not to. 

You can just go round and round,
Seemingly looking for the right signs
Before you are finally tired
And decide to exit anyway. 

Funny thing is ~
You don't stop.
Yet, you don't really start.

There is just something
Alluring about the roundabout. 

The distinction
Between the starting point
And the ending point
Begins to blur. At some point.

Some say the world is round,
Like a roundabout.
Or a ferris wheel.

And some day, somewhere,
our paths will cross.  Again.

Will they?  Ever?

I think
For now,
It is time I start to exit.

**adapted from a friend's blog entry and edited, adding my own "flavour"...