Stop the roller coaster.
I just wanna get off.
I’m not having fun anymore.
Infact, I am quite nauseous.
The older I get, the more acrophobic
Gonzo was right.
“This place is getting to me. I think I’m getting the Fear…”
I know I stood in line,
I freely walked onboard,
a love-illusioned somnambulist;
a hopeless romantic.
Ignoring all my jitters and
embracing all his hope.
I locked that safety bar down.
Oh, how infectious his war wearied honeymoon period…
so easily I accommodated the cycles,
such simple Newtonian thoughts
what goes up always comes down,
I guess I forgot the apple and
I’m too fucking old for carnival rides.