Pisaries Creator

This is a bumpy ride.
I expect nothing else.
This is how life moves.
The worst.

I strap on my seatbelt.
Tilt my head back.
Close my tired eyes.
I am in pain.

The dread.
My teeth ache.
The person next to me sleeps.
I am glad.

No one needs to know.
My body weakens.
The future is in the back.
The purity.

I touch my face.
It is cold.
I expect more.
This is dreadful.
The temptation.

Trust my feeling.
It brings me comfort.
I believe the truth.
Deceit is not far away.

I see it.
I am here.
My mind questions.
The pilot sits in the chair.
Ready to fly another flight.
 
This is a journey.
I will not question.
I am not microscopic.
I choose to be large.
My foot will take the next step.