The scrap of metal on metal
I’m going up
I didn’t want this, why?
The ground is getting out of view
I look at my calm friends
This is not going to end well
People call this fun
A shadow is over my face
Clouds come closer
We are going to drop soon
I’m not ready
Still climbing to go down
The sun breaks on my face
The beauty is too much
I can see its sunset over the city
Closer now
The sun is going down
I’m about to go down
One more second
…
…God’s creativity
…
Ok I’m ready
Reaching for my friends
We plummet to the ground
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