What goes up must come down...

What goes up must come down
(Makes me think of a cat, on it’s feet no matta’.. a Rifle, shot in the air stupidly on New Years, bullet coming down.. a Babe Ruth home run)

Spinnin' wheel got to go 'round
Talkin' 'bout your troubles it's a cryin' sin
(Dirty Laundry, we all got it, some share it… ewwww)

Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel spin
(A friend’s granddaughter rode a ride @ WOF recently, twice, then three times, in a row.. didn’t wanna get off.. now a line, uh oh, hadta.. walked a big circle, got right back on.. ride a painted pony)

You got no money and you got no home
(One outta two ain’t bad.)

Spinnin' wheel all alone
Talkin' 'bout your troubles and you, you never learn
(I do, but silently I hope. See the funny little clown. Oops, can’t merge two songs, sorry)

Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel turn
(Deep breath, life, it ain’t too damn bad)

Did you find the directing sign on the
Straight and narrow highway
Would you mind a reflecting sign
(During the daytime yes I find the directing sign, at night, forget it.. I once made a left turn on the LEFT side of the median.. Fortunately, there tweren’t anyone coming from the ‘wrong’ way..)

Just let it shine within your mind
And show you the colors that are real
(Colors rule. The brilliance of life. If we only were as in awe of the brilliance of people colors as we are to the colors of things, eh, some day it’s hoped.)

Someone is waiting just for you
(Tis’ much easier to walk upright when there’s another to lean on.)

Spinnin' wheel, spinnin' true
Drop all your troubles by the riverside
(This doesn’t fit, but oh well. One time, long ago, fitteen of us SigaManus at riverfront park, beers in hand. Police roll up. We start ‘droppin’ all our (beer) troubles (into) the river – side. They line us up. “How old are you” 21. “How old are YOU?” 22. “And you?” 21, and so forth, down the line of fitteen. All of course, 21 or over, ha. Then, after the last of us lied about our age, the cop (with his buddy beside him) blurted out “THEN WHATINTHELL ARE YOU DOING THROWING ALL THAT GOOD BEER IN THE RIVER?!!” and proudly kneeslapped their way back outta the park.)

Catch a painted pony on the spinning wheel ride
(Life, ya know, really, it ain’t bad.)

Someone is waiting just for you
Spinnin' wheel, spinnin' true
Drop all your troubles by the riverside
Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel fly

Yes, life is - can be, blood, sweat and tears.

Really though.. it ain’t bad - ride a painted pony… Love, Victurd.