While most will find me meek and quiet, hiding ‘neath a shell,
There lurks a nature, opposite … not often, do I tell;
The days roll on, I shuffle by, pretending who I am,
While deep inside, a fire burns, that few may comprehend.
A little quirk of fate I think … so quiet and demure,
But give me spring and something hits, and I can’t find the cure!
I get an itch, it starts within, then travels through me whole,
Until I have to satisfy that need within my soul.
It’s time to dust off running shoes, forsake those workday heels,
And pump some life back into me, by seeking bigger thrills;
I need my yearly fix to quench this thirst to set me free,
A little something that will squash the doldrums out of me.
I have a vice, I’ll now confess, it hits me every spring,
I am a ride-fanatic … I will do most anything!!!
No ordinary roller-coaster will dissolve my need,
I want the height, I want the fear, the danger and the speed!
I’ve ridden all the rides that make my hair stand up on end,
From loop-de-loops to upside down, I revel in the bends!
I’ve sailed upon the ripples of the steepest water flumes,
And left my stomach at the top of “Elevator’s Doom”.
I’ve bungy-jumped from tower cranes, I’ve grinned while falling free,
I’ve parasailed five hundred feet above the wavy sea;
I simply cannot get enough … that rush that powers through,
The one that makes me feel alive, for nothing else will do!
I want the wind across my face, the G-Force in my chest,
The thrill of graceful speed and swiftness putting me to the test;
I need to feel adrenaline, just pumping through my veins,
I want to soar above the clouds, unhindered by constrains!
Perhaps when God created me, he made a small mistake,
On order, was a pair of wings … .they just arrived too late!