Second star to the right
And straight on till morning
Then straight down
A manufactured and turbulent fall
Picked at, lifted, and dropped again
It’s exhilarating in a way
In the way of pure terror
I thought this was supposed to be fun
Happy thoughts and all that
But one sneeze and everything changes
Kind of hard to think happy thoughts
When you’re plummeting toward earth
And from a cruising altitude of 30,000 feet
You can’t exactly tuck and roll
I probably should have just stayed in bed
But I was convinced otherwise
By a whimsical 12 year-old dressed as a bush
Turns out, not a good decision
That Peter Pan is a real jerk
MS
