Thursday, May 30, 2013

A poem a day for 2013 - day 150 - Roller coaster. Roller coaster.

I am always questioning my emotions
Wondering if the tears mean the elevator is dropping
If the loud fast speech is the beginning of a balloon ride
Too high
While balloons are fun
Who doesn't want a balloon ride
High in the sky every now and then
But sometimes it's just time to go home
And eat soup
Drink tea

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