An ode to a life less ordinary?

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…

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.IMG_8200

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). IMG_3425

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

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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