Miraculous.
Unpredictable.
Strapped tight into a seat
trying hard to calm the butterflies inside
Anxious before every turn
Every lift and every drop
Ecstasy.
High-spirits.
No time to care.
Then in the blink of an eye,
your stomach drops!
The butterflies feel like worms
But wait…
We rise up again
Soaring
Racing past all limits
Towards the end of our lives
Bound by our quest for fantasy
