My shot at heaven

It’s only a short ride to the top. That’s what they told me. Somehow it feels a lot longer than it should.
My ears are burning. The madman at the wheel is on his own private road to hell. We’re just along for the ride. Hot air blows in my face with the belligerence of a rabid bull. I’m caged in a ton of metal hurtling towards oblivion. Looks like its going to be a long climb up. A sudden swerve has me slammed against the door. A chuckle laced with caustic irony rolls towards me, staring me in the face. I’m busy choking on a bad joke.

The lights outside are a blur and my head’s already spinning. Sickening electronic sounds drone out from the stereo, tortured rubber tires squeal for mercy. There are no eyes in the rear view mirror.
We pick up speed. The road becomes a winding slithering snake. I can hear the venom in the yelps of the passengers. The walls close in. We’re almost there.

We break through the barriers of caution with an overdose of adrenalin and blind luck. Ladies and gentlemen, we have ascension.
The world turns upside down. Demons outside mock us as we hurtle by. Our guide to madness drives his metal behemoth right through the yawning abyss of rationality in one blind leap of faith.
Gravity asserts itself with a bang and a blow to the ego. And right there along the edge of the abyss, we see freedom. A maze of light and despair woven together in the mosaic of our reality.

Firm ground leaps to my feet as I stumble out of my daze. Cold air caresses my face. I hear ghosts frolicking in the distance. The noise is fading away. There’s an eerie calmness in the air. I’m still seeing stars. I’m left hanging at the precipice of someone else’s paradise.

Down below I can see the dark brutal road that leads back to the world I knew. It’s getting darker by the minute.

It’s going to be a long way down.