It pulls, taking the table cloth along with it. It strengthens, taking the tide along with it. It chides talking the moon out of its misery wishing it were daybreak but when day arrives, the moon wishes it were night. Round and round we go on this roller coaster called life. Hanging on is so difficult with responsibilities tugging at the mainframe about to crumble apart like break pads crumbling under the weight of it all. A pressurized catapult or catalog explaining the width it takes to squeeze through the trash chute without crushing anything of importance. Holding our breath as the bumps become clear afraid of the coaster slipping off the tracks and plummeting into the frigid unknown. Luck is only heresy in this world of uncertainty. But cars can be fixed, jobs can be taken, and bodies can be satisfied in ways unheard of in reality.
Life is so hard sometimes.
But looking at it with new eyes, with a combative, stubborn grip on the cold steel handle, a roller coaster can be both exhausting and exhilarating