Mayday
Crash and burn, I'm going down:
I've lost control of what I know.
I thought I knew where I was
Just a few fleeting moments ago.
The impact may kill me quick
Or lift me up on wings anew.
The consequences are frightening
But there seems to be nothing I can do.
Let nature take its course
And gravity will pull me in.
But while I fall I pray a silent prayer
As I hold my thoughts so close within.
"Not my will, but Yours be done,"
Slips through my lips as I fall.
I see it coming, but can't slow it down,
As it rushes up, a solid wall.
And I hide my thoughts from those around
To avoid judgement and regret.
What if my fear meets mockery?
What if I never finish my plummet?
I hope I never feel mockery
And I hope the fall will last.
But falling twice at once is hard:
It seems as if I fall twice as fast.
And I do.
I was inspired on Monday, January 20, 2003
