The ride is rough
Destination unknown
No safety vest
No life line thrown
Feeling sea sick
The ground it wobbles
Not smooth or easy
It’s rough and cobbled
Yet here I am
unafraid and strong
I may be weak
But I’m not wrong
My shell is frail
as are nerves
But grip is strong
Holds tight on curves
It may be small
but it’s so loud
So i will grab it
Tightly held
When all is chaos
when all will crumble
My tiny hope
will make the loudest rumble
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