I’m walking away
from this mistake.
Didn’t think it would fly,
anyway.
Could have done some more,
reinforced the core,
but I think
I knew what was in store.
Flaming wreckage
on the ground.
I hear the rumors
go around,
but they are quieter
than they were then;
these days,
no one is really friends.
Set a course for “I don’t fucking care.”
Fired up the engines,
wires bare.
Took another drink,
because I was so scared.
Thought that I was prepared.
Blast off!
Next stop,
Outer Space!
I figure,
I maybe made it half way,
before I came crashing down
in a brilliant display.
Flaming wreckage,
but I walk away.
A crowd
gathers at the crash site,
hoping to gain
a glimpse
of the astronaut who died,
but I’m already gone,
on my way to my next flight.
I’ll get closer next time.
Further away from my crimes.
Live it over and over
inside.
That why I take the ride
every
single
time.
HG – 2021
