Cranked

Cranked                                         7/28/2016

Locked down

With nowhere to go

Strapped in our seats

And climbing uphill.

Metal wheels

And metal tracks

Dragging to the top

With a long way down. 

We can feel it coming

In the pit of our stomach

The gaping void

All the way down. 

Twisting and turning

In a world turned upside down

We are but passengers

Slammed in unexpected

Directions. 

We can scream

Or we can cry

But either way

We can live

Or we can die.   

The end comes suddenly

In the same destination

From which we came

The end from the beginning

First and the same. 

These are the times

That are for the choosing

As each of us decide

Which way we go. 

We can believe

Or we can reject

But either way

The end shall come

At the end of the track.