Roller Coaster

Ever wonder. Why such exuberance amusement ride could be so scary?
Ever wonder. How did those pricey tickets to the ride landed in her hand?
Ever wonder. When the little mousie seated her little self on the red cushion chair?
Ever wonder. A thousand wonders which wonder another thousand?

Surely, roller coaster isn’t any grand fashion trend that Miss Serenity or Miss Solace would ever mirror. It, too, ain’t any win-win business strategy for Mr. Capitalist would ever wish to be involved in. Ain’t too a joke funny-clown Jovial would laugh at.

Not forgetting Adolescence and his younger brother, Little Kid. The elder thinks he’s tough enough for anything. The younger does not even know what tough means. Romeo and Juliet do not fancy it either. If they would, their love story would be happy-ever-after rather than such tragic ending.

Still, every one of them is here. Seated in the roller coaster.

Up and up and up it paces. Down and down and down it plunges. As though there is no end to its plummet. Round and round and round it goes. Dancing somewhat gracefully on its twirling tracks.

Scuttle without direction or guide. With much immense swiftness. Through the dark tunnel of despair. Overturned again and again at loops of anxiety. Smidge through the acidic river of tears. Plunge down to the abyss of agony. Scurry through the fiery burrow of rejection and anger.

Yell. Scream. Cry. When this train ever tranquil?

“Wooooh, little lady, watcha yelling for?”
“Huh? Where’s voice comes from?” the little mouse pondered in her midst of confusion.
“Yo! I’m da Driver, little lady. Nice to meet ya~” There seated in the front seat, a Man with rainbow colored bandana covering part of His shoulder-length, wavy silky dark hair.
“Driver? This mad-charging-roller coaster actually has a Driver???”
“Err… yea… not many do really notice. Or, how should I put it, don’t even bother to notice? But, ya, I am da Man in control of this baby.” He turned around, pulled down his big, gold rimmed, dark sunglasses and gave an assuring wink.
“Errm…. Could You at least slow down? I mean, it’s so fast. It might crash and all of us will… will…”
“Come on, little lady, trust me. As long as I am in da driver’s seat, I am in control. And when I am in control, everything is going be way so great.”
“…”
“Trust me. Cool with it?”
“Cool, Dude…”

Well, at least it has a Driver. Somehow, after their little introduction chat, her little mousie heart felt more at peace. Guess this little mouse has to learn how to trust this... err... cool Dude.

In control, eh? This could be a very blissful roller coaster ride after all.