Life is a rollercoaster.
Twisting and turning.
Spontaneous ups and spontaneous downs.
Some turns you won't see coming.
Some twists you will.
Often I find myself stuck at the top of the ups.
Machine won't move.
The brakes are locked in tight and I feel unstoppable.
Then swoosh.
Soaring down to the lowest fucking places.
It's like a curse to reach the top and get dropped like you didn't mean shit.
Not like you can do nothing about it.
Never could.
Never will.
The worker is the only one who can control the ride.
Once I've reached the lowest point of the ride it's like I have nothing.
And when a man has nothing, he's given the power to do anything.
I can't tell you what power you'll be given.
I can't tell you when you'll get it.
All I can say is that you will.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
