As a child, racing past the height post
eager to ride the roller coaster
there were those who'd jostle in the queue
to sit at the very front
with an uninterrupted view of what was coming
no obstruction to the beauty
of the madness
afforded by that ride
to see it all and see it first
filling up their eyes

And there were those of us who’d choose the back seats
secretly knowing that was where 
the full forces were exacted
you'd be plucked and shook
thrown around the wildest
tears sucked from smiling eyes, stomach hung and dropped
with only fleeting glimpses 
of what was happening
you felt every movement
magnified a thousand times

Given the chance
I'd ride the roller coaster twice
once to see
and once to feel

O, won’t you let me
ride twice
once for the beauty
and once again 
to really feel it...