I once visited a hastily thrown together
amusement park. Now I pass them by,
knowing there’s nothing there for me.
I have no use for death-defying rides
designed to scare the fuck out of me
in the middle of a sea of empty parking
spaces. I have visited one of those drive-thru
type of scenes but I’ve never visited a
hastily put together type of love. I know
the rides at one of those things, the ones
set up in parking lots will only make me
sick. One ride for sure took me way up high
before suddenly dropping me down low.
Like it briefly saw value in me
but just as quickly changed its mind.
Instead of telling me, it took me on a ride
whose sole purpose was to entertain me
while making me feel like shit.
I’ve never wanted the schizophrenic
type of feeling that comes with that type of love—
the one that makes me happy only some of the time
and leaves me feeling empty most of the time.
Like the empty feeling that comes over me
when I’m suddenly carried way up high and
just as quickly I’m being dropped down low
on a ride that is surely here today – it’s
not a mirage—but may not be around tomorrow.
Peace & Love,