I Dance, I Ride
Performing a dance is a roller coaster blast.
From start to finish, first to last.
Preparing a dance, to waiting in line,
The anticipation of the two surely align.
Waiting in the wings makes my stomach turn,
In the rollercoaster car, I have the same concern.
When the music starts and I hit my first mark,
The coaster takes off, like igniting a spark.
I turn and I spin and I hit every count,
Like my adrenaline on the coaster, hitting its greatest amount.
The dance is over; the crowd starts to cheer,
The ride is over, I’ve overcome both fears.
Looking back at the dance with satisfaction and pride,
Remembering the coaster what a mind-blowing ride!
My dance and the coaster both filled me with zest,
These two experiences were the very very best.
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