Ascending, hopeful, we are promised
Creaky seats, rust riddled, swing back and forth
Still we rise, slow
The heights are dizzying, heady with freedom
Sun, warming, with a winking glint
Risen, the ride has peaked
A lurch and everything stills
Chilling air blows, wind gently whipping
Gathering all courage, the descent begins
Sinking, all too quick
Blood rushing, world spinning
Crashing down from the clouds
Falling, then not
It begins again, mundane
Nowhere new, a repeating tumble