Sometimes I feel like a gerbil

Sometimes I feel like a gerbil,
Running around and around on his wheel
Running left turning a full 360
Running right in a complete spin,

Life is like being on a carousel, a merry-go-round ride
Rotating on a circular platform sitting on one of those magical horses
Going up and down galloping faster and faster,
Hold on tight as we spin around,

Oh I think I am flying like the Golden Oriole bird
With his unmistakable bright yellow body with black wings
Who sits high in the tree’s canopy watching me
Intrigued as to what is happening down on the ground.
When is the wheel going to stop or slow down ?

I need to get off so that my world can stop spinning
Running around and around everyday
Is starting to become harried
I want to change the direction my life is spinning.
Now I get the idea what a gerbil must feel like
running around and around on his wheel