Round and round
again we go
And where we stop
we already know
We’ll stop up high
and look below
And hold our breath
though just for show

And with each pause
for feigned concern
It gets much harder
to discern
Up from down
and fear from fun
And when it’s time
to get off and run

So as before
we hit the brakes
As though we’ve made
some dire mistake
But when the wind
threatens to change
We dive right down
and loop round again


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