Rollercoaster
The ups and downs rendered in formation
Like a marching band befitting of a dawn
The oneness of rhythms and the imbalance of movement
Up and jumpy, happy and limitless at once
Down and thumping, deafening and hardened in instant.
Where is the sigh when it is sought
Where is the melody when one dances
Fickle it is flowing between fingertips
Tangible in the wetness of skin left behind
But, echoless chamber filled with screams.
Where is the engine that could
Pumping more vivacious spirit than just blood
Without fail, day in day out without effort.
Why is humanity the combined sum of parts
Of limbs farflung and lungs charcoaled by smoke
Of flesh weak and enslaved of craving and addition
Of brain and heart like a hardened brick, fearing and knocking
All that is foreign, destroying the other and losing
Self with every chipped corner of fortitude and empathy.
