Highly-Low Poem by Reginald Goodridge

roller coasting over mountains, dreams
creeping with queens
stunning beauty, without marketing schemes
wrapped snugly in jeans

oh yes, it is light and fluffy, pancaked
breakfast treat, sweets sake
i'll be rubbing my palms anxiously, won't wait
satiated, but more will take

then, at the lowest point, we will recount
slip a little something, then remount
unconvinced that the ride is long, rather blunt
and will re-ride, one more stunt

yet and still, it is our flaw, we are young and redrawn
building knowledge, doe and fawn
holding each other, in right and wrong
you are me, I am you, balanced, centered, better song...