The Ride

It spins and turns and tosses you around. You reach for a handle to hold. When will it stop? It has to stop you tell yourself. Sometime it will have to stop, because that is just the way these things work. Finally it slows, you get your feet back on the ground. Looking back at the ride you try to think what made you get on it in the first place, and if you will again. But you will again, you always do. Again and again you take the ride. Each time you hope it will somehow turn out differently.