I put the seat belt on
To my chair
Holding on tight
With a suction cup grip
There is a nail
Throw my hand to
The cold, hard, bar

I look ahead of me
All I see is other people
Enjoying the ride, not me

The other sounds around
Me just seem to come to a stop
We were spinning
So fast
Around
And
Around

The ride is time

The wind was constantly
Coughing against
My face

I feel my hair whipping
Along the back of my
Head

Going clockwise
Around and around
Again and again

Enjoying at first
Turning into regret