The pastel colours
Plastered all over this ride
The spinning starts
And everyone is moving
I never want things high intensity
I want to keep a low level
If I go too fast
I feel nauseous
It's terrifying
Moving around so rapidly
It sounds stupid
But sometimes I want to get off the ride
Completely
So I keep it slow
But I'm barely moving
Barely going ride
And all the other cups
Spin round like G force machines
There's so much thrill
They can see everything
When I'm barely rotating
I chose the slow road
And I have to accept
I'm missing out
On some buzzing feelings
Some high feelings
There's no screaming
There's no tension
There's no stakes
There's no high emotion
And although that stuff makes me cry
It still makes me live
And I can't live barely moving
I want to spin round faster
And faster
I can't
I guess I'm going to have to accept that my life is inferior to everyone's around me
