The Ride

The Ride It doesn’t seem right with all my might I can’t take a flight through the years Back to when I was just twenty-one, Just to have some juvenile fun. It doesn’t seem right or even fair The roller coaster ride will subside I feel like that kid that we all met Loudly asking if we are there yet In my case it is all about me. Where I am going will set me free. We know if it’s ever found that’s swell But nobody has been back to tell.