Life rolled up at the gate
And reached out with
Arms like scythes,
Beckoning me forward
Its eyes dark and unknowing.
I thought I had time
and hung back, indecisive.
While the seat looked inviting,
I had reason for fear.
Then the Master of the Ride looked at me
And marched over to the lever
"Get in" he barked impatiently and the door banged shut like a bomb.
It is now time to use what I've learned
about big hills and wild curves:
Lean in, not away,
And see yourself victorious
At the summit.
I am terrified but I will fight the good fight.