Study of The Inner Anatomy Part III

Over and under, then side to side.
The same routine time and time again.
As if time it's self was stuck in a loop.
Up, down, left, right.
The direction never changes.
Constantly worsens.
I get tired from walking this long path.
The one that keeps getting longer.

What if...

I could leave the path.
Wander new lands.
But could I?
I daren't.
Like a roller coaster I travel.
The fall always caches and goes right back up again.
But waiting for the end when I can get of the dreaded ride is what a yearn.
If I where to leave the path.
The steel would snap.
Snap, until I would never go up again.
Falling, until finally reaching my destination.