No Safety Net. Yet.

As our joyride rotates around again I remind you to be merry. "Go 'round. Smile." For if the horses crumble or our joy stops turning, you will have made it all worthwhile. If your pony bucks and halts and slams you to the ground, I will have made my wish on your shoulder in time for no regrets. 'Though you lie in blood with a broken wishbone, I know our dreams held truth. A clavicle doesn't heal with ease, so know that if you abort your efforts, the past retains a proof. Evidence of your pleasing demeanor and the hopes you knew for each kind friend that you met along the way. You've made my life a better one and helped my mind to grow. Cleansing tears mix with your blood this last time I watch you go.