there's steam in my eyes, wind in my hair,
the country-sides are fading from sight.
the sun rains down on my face,
as i gaze out into the beautiful expanse.
there is no steward and no driver,
no one to hear these screams of terror.
who dares to leap?
its an endless drop, then splash.
and so we carry on,
forwards and forwards and forwards.
till the inevitable end, then crash.
and then we fall.
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