amusement.

where do these tokens keep comin from?
these tokens feeding this this roller coaster life i lead.
like i'm poking holes in my pockets
just to catch 'em in my shoes.
and start all over again.

reaching for the slot and asking "how many?"
don't wanna miss the next coaster car comin.
bright-eyed and enticing. childlike and giddy.
fearful and hesitant. my rite of passage.

and i'll keep stepping up and swallowing hard and smiling real big.
putting one foot in front of the other and taking deep breaths
and squeezing his hand real tight.

and i'll smile through the tears. and let my joy reign.
i'll grow and i'll learn. and i'll be grateful for the day.
and i'll ride.

and we'll scream and we'll smile.
and we'll ride.

captive in that colored tin car.
with nowhere to go. nowhere to turn.
and everywhere to go. everywhere to turn.
and learning to be ok with that.
in that moment.
and the moment after that.

it'll slow down. and i'll exit to the left.
and i'll keep on walking. and keep on dreaming.
and i'll keep on wondering. and keep on fighting.

looking for the next two slots and the loneliest turnstile.
finding holes in my pockets and hoping for tokens.

hoping for tokens,
so this ride never ends.