Sitting.Anticipating.Wondering.
The dark has hidden the thought,
That planning decides the living.

Throughout those very first moments,
The cart begins to go,
Following the path set in stone.

Just reaching the top
Of the very steep track,
Starts the nerves.
The anticipation is back.

Planning, not knowing,
Who knows where you'll end.
The tracks of the coaster
Will soon starts to bend.

Hidden behind the loops and turns,
Over the bumps and down the drops
Lays the placeyour meanto to end.

Life will give you what its meant to give,
Through ups and downs,
At any given second,
Even when unexpected.

At the very first turn,
Or that very first drop,
Hold on tight for another chance may never come.
Remember fate, not planning, determines who we become.