Riding that roller coaster every day
Elation to depression giving sway
To the plunging down, taking breath away.
Then grind, grind, grind to ascend dark to light
A gasping at the heavens from that height,
A panicky vision: despairing plight.
Screaming, roaring, sucking wind, swift descent
Clutching handrails, hoping the plunge relent
Knowing rock bottom is where you are meant.
Is not striving through life this: up and down?
We work to conquer and gain the prize crown,
Never suspecting our fleeting renown.
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