131. May 11th
Whoosh, and it's gone as we fly past,
Time stands still as we speed along.
The ever-changing view confuses our eyes,
Help, it will never stop.
After stepping onto a rollercoaster there is no break,
You are now committed to go all the way.
Once the ball is rolling there are no stops,
Except when the life is drained out of it.
The journey of life is a one-way ride,
No stopping or going back now you're alive.
We have no control, we do not get a say,
We simply follow our given way.
The only escape for man or beast,
Is when death arrives; then life flees away.
The only end to this inevitable journey,
Is to undertake the only other certainty.