sometimes, when we're driving
along the freeway, i wish
we could just

stop

and sit there, watching
life and cars
pass us by.

and i wonder:
and if we screamed
our lungs out,
would anyone even
hear us?

and then, with scratchy voices
and sore lungs, we could drive
to the edge of a cliff
and wonder if maybe
life is like this cliff,
and sometimes,
you have to just
take a chance and

jump

and you find out later
there's ground, and sometimes
a trampoline
at the bottom,
and suddenly -

suddenly,
you're
flying.


or maybe life is
more like a roller coaster, and adrenaline
is rush rush rushing,
and we're terrified and
screaming the whole way,

and it's only when we get off
that we want back on.