Riding Life

Rushing so fast
I cannot stop
The wind in my hair.
Can I get off
This ride that at once
Exhilarates me
And frightens me?

The test is to come
As I stare down
The slope.
Will the brakes give out
Or will they cope
With the speed
Building, carrying me?

Onward I go
To fly around the corner.
I do not know
What awaits me.
Perhaps I'll crash?
Or maybe not?
Let's find out shall we?