Life

What is life, if it's not a ride? Why are the seat belts on so tight? Riding up and down the steep hills we always worry about paying our bills looking for a place to rest our weary souls always worrying about reaching our goals All those times when we say "Enough!" and know that the turns will be tough and still we tread on, not caring at all for why should we stop? why should we stall? There are blisters on our feet that ache but there is just too much that is at stake We can't give in, that's the motto of the day! We must always keep our enemies at bay! Those who sabotage our happiness and dreams those who behind our backs scheme Sorry my friend but I just can't give up so have some more wine, I'll pour you a cup And as terrified as we are at the thought of death We just might like the colours of the last sunset But before that lets go on that ride one more time crash and burn and then soar to the sky For what is life, if it's not a ride!