Of Rides and Life

She gets on the ride Highs and lows She turns and tosses Laughing into the air Sometimes second-guessing Sometimes sure of her hold A couple stops at black holes of darkness A few sharp turns and she nearly falls But when she sits back letting the wind Caress her hair, gently breaking the speed The hum of joy in the wheels The drone of fears The sharp slopes of reality Some slow climbs into fantasy Piercing the clouds She knows deep down inside She wished it never stopped For if life could go on....