Amusement parks are such a lie,
at least from what I've seen.
I can build a bigger coaster than the ones they've ever dreamed.
I think they should hire me, and become more of a success.
All I need are a few small things, to ensure they'll be the best.
I hand them all my shopping list, but their eyes are wide with fear.
I wonder why they look confused when surely it's all here.
1. I need a big wide bowl but make sure that it's empty. One with limits will possibly do, but I'd prefer it never ending.

2. I need a plastic spoon, big enough to stir the pot. I'm not interested in saving the turtles* when this life is all I've got.

3. I need all the people, and no, not the ones that come here every year. I need the entire population, so can someone get them here?

4. I need a heart that hasn't already been used. I'm not looking for a hand me down, or one that's black and blue and bruised. This might be the toughest, but surely there is one? A heart that's just a heart, one that's never been loved?

And lastly on this list is a simple monetary thing. A single dollar bill that came from an unused children's game. It doesn't have worth, which is exactly what I need. Something that will never change because money is money.

Now I do understand why you look at me like that.
After I just gave you a request of things I could never give back.
I might be able to create a blueprint, but not from my own two hands.
And it's going to take more people than the ones cheering in the stands.
Everything I asked is only what it takes
to build the world's biggest coaster.
if only our emotions were it's base.

*(disclaimer: I love turtles and would never do anything to intentionally harm the creature. This was simply to prove a point. ❤️)
© Kylie Mae Vassar