The Ride (16th April prompt - Infect the Others)

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Life, a roller coaster
We crawl, we walk, we run
We stop on tracks to breathe
We go up, we go down
And what may look like an end
We cry and keep moving.
Other times, we find
That it was only the beginning
We laugh and keep moving.
With the laughter we infect the others
A little here, a little there
We walk down the path
Sometimes alone
Sometimes with others
A huge stride there
A small stride here
Until we reach the end
Back to the dust where we came from