Falling away from the plane
My fate could be to crash below
But if my parachute works
I'll have solidified my name
If successful my reputation grows
I have just pulled the rip cord
Nothing happened
I pulled the back up
Both chutes pull away
Separating from me
Falling gently, as it is
By definition
Of free fall or failure
Should come with an image
Of a flailing me
The last moments of life
Memories are few
As my mind races
Desperately
Hoping for salvation
As I crash into the earth
My body will be dead
Yet I'm somehow aware
My mind lives on
My spirit survives
I've lost this life
But I no longer care
