People climb aboard,
The colors are beautiful.
The wind in their hair,
Riding along,
On and on they go,
Cold hard beings,
Plastic emotionless figures,
In a circular pattern,
With only one direction given to them,
And a monotonous meaningless motion,
Hoping for someone to engage,
With a vague notion that the stake through their heart will grind inside forever,
Without resolution, reason, or gain.
The only result is nothingness.
As the sun sets and the people leave,
The stillness brings the only real emotions.
A quiet still,
An uninterrupted moment,
No heartbeat is felt,
A drop of rain trickles from the surface,
The power is gone,
The moment is paused,
The feeling is cold,
Loneliness prevails,
A new day is the only hope,
In this terrible thing called life.
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