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