The Ride

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Written by Britt Howie

Saturday, 19 April 2008

I don’t want to be on this ride,

it’s starting to make me sick.

You say I gotta ride it,

but what if I jump off?

Will you be there to catch me?

Here comes the drop

the one I’m forever fearing.

I take a deep breath

then struggle to release it.

Let go!

I need to make my choice.

The restraints release,

and I’m ready to jump.

You have to let me learn,

run to my shelter.

Even if that shelter

leads me to my end.

I spring from the tracks.

Falling, flying through the air.

Almost to the ground,

with a flash of white

I felt no more pain,

lived no more days

I learned my lessons

the hard ways.

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