Before I found myself at a loss I stood assuredly Until the shakes set in on match day

I dug my heels and tried my best to reverse course Another trial run met with a shrug, just a false start Blink and I’m face down wasting away

Can’t keep the pace I fold and reach for the ripcord I’m still here lying in wait

Take it on the chin and (suspend my disbelief) Circle all around it (until I can’t see)

Where my feet are planted (false sense of relief) Try to stick the landing