Rollercoaster

Roller, roller, coaster ride.
Where will I arrive tonight?
You send me through loops.
And every time you turn me upside-down and hold me still,
I have no idea why I am hanging onto this thrill.
It’s not a thrill; you see.
It’s a never-ending orbit that makes you sick after riding a few times.
Metaphorically.

That feeling in your stomach that makes you gag.
Heart’s tilted, body’s limp as I sway.
Knowing that tomorrow will not reflect today.
I hold on tight, trusting its construction;
That love, love, love won’t cause any destruction.
Yet it feels worse if you abruptly stop the ride.
Like the sand clashing with the ocean’s tide.
Reflective of your footprints impressionable hollow,
The path I always manage to follow.

Bitter as a citric lime;
When will I stop chasing time?
When will I stop believing it was my own fault?
Maybe I should take this with a grain of salt.
How could I seek for stability when I am surrounded by negativity?
Once you’re off for a while, you finally see what else is worth to ride.
Life’s just one big amusement park, but nothing is quite more amusing;
Then seeing all the rides I have for the choosing.

I have to edit this more, but I'm too tired. Semi-finished product.