Gobbled-up by the slipstream
Good intentions are upside down
How did you get into my dream
Really, I’m not this inverted clown
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A frightening loss of control
And no secret ejection seat
The tension consumes me whole
The jangle of an irregular beat
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Darkness is a blinding trance
Pitched sound, deafens ringing ears
The spinning compass of balance
Stumbles under these weighty fears
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Laughing so hard I turn bright blue
Sound waves bending personal space
Wit is a mendacious corkscrew
Truths hidden behind a false face
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What is written weathers with scrutiny
Intriguing, paradoxical, a mystery
Braggers are the first to mutiny
A winding path of tangled history
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The slipstream speeds like a roller coaster
Grabbing handles, a daring ride
Tales to tell, but I’m not a boaster
To the trail’s end, I’m just warm inside
Ticket 2 Ride 