The Night I lost the Will to Fight

I get on not knowing what is in front of me. I buckle my belt and keep all hands, feet, and other objects inside at all time. It starts out slow, nothing to exciting, then I start to climb, I feel a rush of joy as I reach the top. I'm at my highest high, no one can stop me. Great things are happening. I think I can stay here forever. Then, in a blink of an eye I start to spiral down, down, down. I then start another slow pain full climb to the top only to be greated with another down fall. I see the end in sight and I am ever so happy, but it won't stop. The ride, I can't get off. They won't let me off! No one seems to care, they all seem to sit back, relax, and enjoy it. They smile as I pass by watching me slowly climb to the top and tumble down without control.