seated inside the ride,
rip ride rockit,
a quick breath
to take in the fresh air,
before i’m buckled into
this boisterous ride,
a clash that snaps me
out of my chilled-out state,
I try in vain
to calm myself,
put my brain into a place
of peace and happiness.
then suddenly,
like a granite rock
attack to the cranium,
i’ve been sent,
slingshotted in
like bart simpson,
and there I sit,
the zenith of the ride’s
vertical extent,
i return to my head
once again as we all wait
for the drop,
spins and tilts and slides,
and a baby cries,
to my surprise,
did they make it
on the ride?
i don’t have time,
just calm my mind.
and with a breath,
i take the plunge.
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