Simulation

Up and down
Then though and round
Ducking under
And then flying up
A bird, a plane
A star, a ship
Feeling high
Four minutes in heaven
Then the smoke fills us in
And the doors open wide
It’s just a simulation
Time for the next ride

Simulation

MissIsle

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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A poem about a ride, but which kind of ride is for you to chose.

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