Drop...

          We slow down.

        Nearing the top.    Plummeting down,

  The world shrinks.      Objects viciously grow,

Sky approaches faster.         cement nearing

          Air turns thinner.         wind bumbards my face,           

        Click...                                                 zoom!     

      Clack...       Zip!

    Click                           Scream! 

Click!                 Laughter!

          The cart moves.                                   The cart stops.

      Squeak.. creak..                         The ride is over.

          The bar falls down.                                           The bar rises up.

 Nerves build up inside.                             We jump in line for the next ride.