A Rollercoaster
By: Ezekiel Gonzales
At this time, at this moment
When the rollercoaster has reached the peak
As you hold my hand, we watch with wonder;
Being that the world below us molds in to specks;
From the people to the ants
From the atoms we are made of to the relentless force of time
But this is short-lived
Just as all things tend to be
We dip, we fall,
Some cry and some beg
“LET ME OFF,”
“I’M SCARED!”
It all goes unanswered, since, after all
It is but a machine
