Pull. Press. Hold and clutch.
She begins to make a fuss
Waking up from a sleep
of meandering dreams
Where she follows the cliffs
and curves of an island. Instead,
She begins to settle for what comes next
No twists no turns not even a little risk.
Just a straight road to a stall
Where she is forced to sit.
She craves the company of the pavement
The intimacy of a lean
Forced hugs that knock you off your feet
Loud whispers and soft screams
To complement inconstant speeds.
Adventures that turn into memories
She rides out this back and forth routine
Hoping for a detour
through uncertainty.