I ride
the crests and troughs of life
Linear or smooth, gentle slopes expected
Wh(Y) should be mx plus c
But the constants never stay
Sometimes pink
Sometimes Green
Sometimes Navy Blue, and a smile in between
The effort goes on
Switching between Squares, Circles and Rectangles
Always trying to fit into the new
Ostriches are the new black?
The base- no matter what remains the same i.e., triangles
As our bodies are constantly flung around
Distance, Velocity, Acceleration and Jerks all are frowned upon
0,0,0,0- all peace and stability beloved
The engines roar,
Nuts and Bolts crackle
Metal sheets drum up and bend a little
Excitement and fear
We grip our seats while on top of the largest explosives out there
3…2…1! Up Up….
Here we go!
Who said it’s an Illusion?
When in my mind it’s all real!
— नि.भो.
Linear/Non-Linear
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