If we can just dodge the ground, we’ll be fine.
-Fighter, 8-Bit Theatre
Always true and always right
The sun above is warm and bright
I regret now using up my luck
Why couldn’t I have been born instead as a duck
The world from here is wide and vast
And I wish that this fall would forever last
But the land is coming closer now
And I’m sure I’ll land with quite the pow
Oh why couldn’t I have stayed on ground so firm
There I’m sure I would have had a life term
But no, into the sky I went
Not stopping for angel’s wings be leant
And now I fall, towards the earth
Perhaps this was my fate since birth
If I land in an open grave
On funeral fees I’ll save
No, not today I die!
Yes, on this day I’ll fly!
I reach back and grab the cord
Saying a silent prayer to the holy lord
I yank and pull on my lifeline two
Wondering why we pack parachutes so few
The first a failure mightily was
Dropping me from the sky with nary a pause
Please oh please let this one work
Let it not share its failed brethren’s quirk
A catch and a drag, the chute comes out
Stopping my fall and removing my doubt
Still I fall, but now much slower
Definitely not to Heaven a goer
So while I patiently wait for the ground to come
I’ll think of life and sing and hum!
Thank you for listening.