hazellucy

Strap yourself in, And hold on tight, Because I tell you now, You are in for a flight: Full of banked curves, And sudden sharp turns, Full of loop-the-loops, And corkscrewing concerns, O'er the steepest hills, We rise high and fall low, Hit many a swift twist, With emotions to and fro, Further down the track, Come the helixes of hurt, Spiralling as they go their way, We nearly hit the dirt, Heading up vertically, We reach a cobra roll, Twisted and contorted, Like mind, body and soul, Malfunction! Malfunction! We nearly go off the rails, Through metres of misshapen metal, The raucous ride fails, Yet eventually, finally, We are back on tr

Such a thing is this life, That we are so fortunately gifted, From birth to blade of death's scythe, A soul so pure is shifted, Our days we pass hither and thither, As our time so quickly elapses, Though thought of death down spine send a shiver, We ignore our path which collapses, With each night there cometh a day, With each day there cometh a night, But with each hour that goes its way, With our personal thoughts we fight, This life we have been given, May be so short and sour, But to make it worth the while, Only we ourselves have the power, So now I ask you: reflect, Upon your current state of mind, And deep inside your soul so pure,