Clickety clack as we rise up the track to the steep dropping off point ahead. Keep your arms in the car and your hands on the bar if you jump up and down you’ll be dead. As you look all around, you’re so high off the ground so you don’t make a sound (in your head) but the thoughts of the drop as you reach to the top fill your soul full of fear and of dread.
Too late as my chance to back out does a dance and it fades to the rear with my dreams. So it’s on with the ride (don’t fall over the side) lets get on with the scared part it seems. As the apex looms nigh (all I see is the sky) I’m reminded of life much less tense. Then the car that I’m in, hits the top, we begin to descend and I swear (much offence).
Whoever sits near as my screams filled with fear gets a shout in the ear with my rage. So sit back and relax lets just stay on the tracks we are not on this ride for and age. It’s eventual end is a godsend my friend you won’t have to depend on yourself. As we both raise our hands and we bow to demands I’ll get myself back onto that