Spaceship Quarter Ride

Spaceship Quarter Ride
 
Triggered little moments
A rush of emotions
Gone with a blink
Back again
I’m at the brink
 
Of spatial being
Driving a spaceship
Like the quarter ride
At the mall
 
Jolting up
Falling down
Flipping over
Like a pancake
Or a devil
 
Triggered by the smallest gesture
Sound or measure
I find myself in a state of extreme
Pleasure
 
Ecstasy
No not the drug
The state of being
Oh, what a feeling
Comes with painful awareness
And thoughts incomprehensible
My actions, reprehensible
 
All of those little moments,
From a second to months,
I have less control over my thoughts
And actions
 
In a rush, a daze
I melt away with the days
I prize ways
But nothing stays.
 
10/4/20 – Andy McRae