red hot, then not at all
we all take the ride on the rollercoaster a time or two
and then we all get off.
the wind in our faces
forgetting somethings for a while
the time to be a child for 2 minutes flat
the last chances, the second chances, the "just one more times"
and the only time to experience the good old days
all at once.
then the cars slow and the wind dies down
the lurch forward brings us back
to what we are and who we aren't.
the great escape is fleeting
the end is now, the first day of the rest of our lives.
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