Everyone and anyone can be a poet.
You don't have to rhyme.You don't have to enlighten.
Speak from within.
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Thrill-seeking nerves Determined the risks Convinced to climb Choice is made I'm standing in the line Just pacing in my mind Racing all the time Waiting for the climb The line moves closer and closer Just passed the height required poster I've crossed the prior boxes Now pay for my admission Ticket in hand I go Next stop is the one I know Step up to my spot I sit and here's my shot Click click click It jerks with every inch But forward on it goes I'm moving on the ride My breath is heavy but steady I know that I am ready It's rising slowly up The work is almost here And just as the height is near I can feel it's so unclear The max is out of reach Farther than the ground line Here the cart has stalled And all before the crawl Was it all for nothing I'm sitting here on this track Asking not to go back but up Will this ride ever complete Or will I never reach the feat Stuck. Stuck?
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