I remember
Last year
Riding a rollercoaster
We went up
And I was scared
So high
Looking down
And we fell
Rain in my face
and we fell
Wind in my hair
And we fell.
But we slowed
And we stopped
And we ground
To a halt.

Is that what my life will be like?
WIll I have one high point before
Hurtling to the ground?
Will it not be rain in my face
But tears?
Will I grind to a shuddering halt?