I wanted to love it.
I really did try,
But hurtling to the ground,
Plummeting from the sky.
Was not for me.
No thank you,
Not I.
I wanted to love it,
But I did not know why.
One would think it is fun,
But fun, oh no, it is not.
Fun is not rushing from great heights.
NO, it’s not.
Fun is climbing up, looking round, and walking down.
Fun is not barreling at high speeds to the ground.
You can have your fun.
I will stay here today.
Grounded in my path.
Weaving through my own pace, my own way.
