For a Friend

Shaky, I approached the “you must be this tall” sign
But it’s not a question of height
I have a million reasons not to try this
But I can’t go now
My ticket is pressed in my sweaty palm
And you encourage me from the park bench
I give you half a smile and step, tripping, into the seat
It’s a hot summer day and everyone is getting on the ride
Nobody understands the struggle that I’m trying to cover
But I’ll do it for you, if you are close to me to this day
I’ll get on this rollercoaster and I’ll hold on tight
Even if it’s not the right choice to make
I’ll keep going until the end..