L    L

                                       O            E

The intensity of life, the R                   RCoaster

She puts you on, the pure chaos from birth,

   Glass       Glass       Glass

   Glass      Walls       Glass

   Glass       Glass      Glass

Surrounding your fragile childhood,

Later struggling to keep your grip on imagination.

Hurring to feast on the fruits of l i f e before they rot away.

How cruel is she…

The inevitability of her.

                              A   G E             

Destined to become T  N L   D  up in her

In her h o r r i f y i n g, comforting hug

Until she hands you off to  D E A T H,

Desperately trying to reach out to those you leave with helpless, tired arms like a lost child.

Where your screams ! to be remembered are in vain

They become d i s t a n t

To those still being stalked by life.

F o r g o t t e n . . . . . . . . .