Strapped in, very slowly at first,
we start to climb up high.
My stomach’s holding butterflies,
I really don’t know why.
I’m seeing the peak above me,
the rest cannot be found.
I know that when I reach there,
I will go crashing down.
That’s my life on a roller coaster,
always another drop.
I’ll reach the peaks of happiness,
somethings going to stop.
All the rides are turbulent now,
as none are on the flat.
If there’s one thing to remember,
I have to hang on to my hat.
We all take different places here,
on very similar rides.
Hitting highs and reaching lows,
there’s others here beside.
We recognise those spirals now,
after traveling for so long.
But preparation doesn’t help,
it’s more about staying strong.
We know it’s in the planning,
this crazy ride we live.
I wish they’d put the breaks on,
as something’s got to give.
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