Analysis of The Muse and The Carousel.

Gallop golden horses, colours sparkly and bright.
Take a leap of faith in me, triumphant be the fight.
Faster speeds leaping boundless
Freed from dizzy turns that hound us,
Golden fire be our path through the air of sweet Detroit's map.
Christmas trees beneath our hooves,
Raindeer dancing on the rooves.
Children riding on their backs, singing, winter stews bubbling in their tums.
On the carollers playing reddened drums.
Resting fair on neon 'scrapers, lonely planet no more crumbles.
Strengthened by the innocence of merry hums.