Blindfolded
I am led by the hand to the rollercoaster
Someone, some stranger, locks me in, promising I will be safe
Up, up, up, but I know rapid decline is somewhere
And waiting
When? How long will it last?
How ferocious will it… too late
Down I go
Now I won’t know when I will be thrust left or right
Or upside down
The ride is supposed to be like this, I was told by
Many people who have taken it
They are wrong
Wild and uncertain twists
Speeds that provide no time to think
What is this anyway? Whatever it is,
This is not what I want
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