Lights Before the Fall

They say time is precious, They say live, enjoy the highs and lows, But when I’m up there on the Ferris wheel’s crest, All I think of is the fall that follows. Yet I feel the joy, I feel it in every loop, That wild moment when I bellow in joy, Even knowing the drop is coming soon. Crashing down like a Tilt-a-Whirl’s spin, Only to queue for the ride again, Life’s loop of lights and shadowed nights, Where joy and fear both entertain.