I look up at the blue blue sky
and the ride looks like it's a mile high.
Though on my own I would remain a chicken
my friends push me like a shepherd
The ride creaks and groans with the wait of the universe
In rhythm with the symphony of screams.
I shift into the final empty space
sending my soul and brain to a quiet forlorn place.
My friends poke and tug me having the time of their lives
while I think of everything that could cause is to lose our lives.
We pull to a jarring stop and my stomach drops to China.
I was a chicken, but now I have become a sheep