Roller Coaster

If this roller coaster were your life

would you really get in for a ride?

Just looking at it from the ground

you forget every concern of reality

because it seems to reach up the sky

but it consists of ups and downs

you hear screaming muffled by wind        

and scared gazes in front of the line

if you had the possibility to decide

to pay a price to live like them all

would you take the first step

towards this uncontrollable route?

 

If once on the carriage

you got trapped by a protection

preventing you from precipitating

but your eyes got automatically wet

because now that it started it can’t stop

just because one person is asking

and there was no way to slow down

this roller coaster wiping away the tears

going too fast and arousing epinephrine

that deceives that you are really living

taking you to the highest point

and once at the peak

you were convinced to see your future

all that is most beautiful in this world        

a dream of easiness and eternity

but darker and darker in the distance

and in the moment you realised you were alone

there was a void in which you’d feel like falling

would you pay that price for a scream

you are afraid to experience?

 

The only thing you could hold onto

is knowing that this roller coaster

is the only decision you ever made

you would be thrown into the void

that would silence your words

your original thoughts would vanish

and only what’s ahead would remain

a path that’s always the same

and does nothing but repeat

you would think you chose it

but you couldn’t control the rails

you would be just a passenger

who couldn’t possibly be mistaken

because there would be someone in charge

and you could do nothing

but trust them to make you cry

before making your dream come true

but you couldn’t look behind

and remember what it was

if not to come down

 

Because it’s all a beautiful game

but all a make believe         

smiles distract the constant sorrow

at least with your feet on the ground

every moment has a meaning

but these screams this route this price

these masks this safety this time

isn’t it all a social construct?

 

When the carriage would arrive at the end

some would want to get back

others to kiss the floor

because it is difficult to return to real life

when it’s easier pretending happiness

but risk doesn’t have chains        

and authentic remorse no price

sloth is a privilege you don’t want to have

where fatigue isn’t sacrifice just passion

so fight to realise yourself

in what makes your life worth

because reaching your dream will make you feel

higher than this roller coaster

 

Eventually real mistakes and real sweat

little things and small accomplishments

give you a name that’ll be remembered

and if you’re too weak to stand on your own

have nothing to lose or to look for

no one will judge you if you abandon yourself for the ride

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ah, do you think your mind has space for everything?