What They All Say Poem by Yes Yes

They say Life is like a rollercoaster,
That's what they all say
The faithful men, the cut-throats through to the meaningless existences
But may it be ever so prevelant, unbearably so

As we arise up the chain lift, slowly and anxiously,
With our slowly depreciating, once keen intent
I looked far into the distance, out of the loop to come
Staring at the unremarkable pedestrians, and the serene images of birds,
Who freely soar,
Instead of facing head on, to the truth is candour

Once we finally crest with the tip of the perpetual drop,
Every irritant we bear gets lost to the grasp of time,
As our arms arise, our existencehas just begun
As for me, I still clutched mine, weighing an uncomfortable tonne
In hopes of some comfort, to where i find myself gruelingly unprepared

As we fall, down what is not infinite, but true
I silently succumb to what I have paved
As the others Scream in pursuit of what they have craved,
Along with farewells of where they once felt enslaved

Without warning or time to reflect
Through the relentlessness of the loops,
The unwanted change of pace contained In turns,
Or the short, but equally distressing Hills,
And through all this I hear the sound of what is to achieve, as I am overbeared by the flash of the camera marking my unremarkable voyage as a moment to remember, where I cope by means of self distruction,
Knowing this grudge won't last forever,
As we all meet nihilism in the end

As we all reach the end, a fufflling wave encloses upon our seats, but missing me, in the very back
What reaches me is a different wave, one in contrast to what I envisioned would await as i arised chain lift ride we all must take,
Where not a single click absorbed,
To which these important notions became poorly ignored.

A wave of disappointment fills my despondent figure,
From my toes to where earth meets the voided glade above,
Life is a rollercoaster,
That's what they all say,
My ride was unpleasant, oh unbearably so
Our minds are all a breeding ground,
For what we all desire,
Mine was self-castrated.
The ride is now forever closed,
And I missed the bus back home.