At the Fair.
At this summer's fair,
I asked an attendant if,
being at the head of the line at last,
I might ride the next train
of his roller coaster.
Was I sure I wanted to? he asked,
as this ride was known for high
acceleration, breathtaking plunges,
and being impossible to control
Having survived lesser rides,
I assured him I was ready.
Then he laughed and told me
I had been for some time in the last car
of the already departed train,
having no choice anyway.
The rest of his words were lost
in exhilaration as I was
ripped out into the starlight.