Spinning like a Go round

It stops and starts. It's stopped by others and reborn to it's fun. It's left alone during the winter to grow wilted and lonely. It's life comes back when it's warm.

I'm not like this Go Round on the playground. I'm like the one at the abandoned school in the middle of the woods. I like to be this Go Round. No one bothers me. No one spins me dizzy.

I had my fun and worth back when it was worth having. I'm reclusive to site but not to words. IF the internet didn't exist i doubt anyone would think me alive. Like the Go Round that's long fell off it's hinges in the woods. And now the company of smiling faces is some what more of a bother than the backstabbing words that,

i'm sure,

spin now.

I need not bother talking of other people, but i do find that the webs you spin are quite indeed hilariously conjured. Keep up the good work!